Worry Against Worrying Poem by Priyaranjan Ojha

I too sometimes worry
Even sometimes feel sorry!
Care what to eat, what to wear,
But never dare to take blissful swear,
To help people around in distress
Concern remains only regarding my mistress.
Anxiety overpowers me, what's in future?
Brooding for dead being my needless nature.
Plan after plan arising in mind
While the way of execution still hard to find.
Beckoning of Nature proves less interest
Answering to gadget-notification rather the best!
Daily wasting food blaming its quality
Never thinking of hungry-striken kids' futility.

Oh! how I worry my own well being
Still birds stop not their eternal singing!
Knocking frequently, crisis is at door,
Existence at question, World is vibrating more.
Sensation of the vast lacks in me
Oh God, let me out of this ignorance of sea.
Worrying being my passion, I want to worry,
Open my eyes, to worry big, not to feel sorry.