Worry

You are thinking,

While hardly winking,

You are walking,

While self - talking,

You are asleep,

Yet wide awake,

What God gives,

You don't want to take,

You say,

He's just for name - sake,

Why then you cry,

When his gift you forsake?

Or may be that's the reason why,

Fear surrounds making you shy!

But you do know,

The wise have said,

Worry paves the shortest route,

To one's deathbed.

~nehasri