Is this what I should choose,
To worry or not to worry,
For every step I wish to lift,
Activates millions of neurones,
In my brain to spin on its wheels.
Only because we want to know,
Every bit, that's in our unseen future,
Sabotaging the magnificent glow,
Today, is holding within its brow,
Unfolding, like the saples of the bud.
Cloth yourself in demeanor of trust;
Believe me, what's happening is the best.
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A poem imbued with insight. Very perceptive lines well conveyed.
I had been worrying, Varsha, and that's why I will come back later, since I had to choose first. Sure, I will come back to give my comments and the rest
I'm glad I don't know the future. If I'd known the past ad I do now, I would not have wanted it.
Thank you so much for sharing this magnificent poem, a bit to ponder, a bit (again a bit!) a thought-provoking poem, brilliant!
Believe me, what's happening is the best.And so it be! Better today than waiting for tomorrow, Then there will be no worry to not to worry. Excellent poem, fantastically rendered, Varsha.5 Stars! Your pretty poem reminds me of one of Marlowe's poem, yes, the late Marlowe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I shouldn't worry about anything but I do. Lovely poem!