When I had to console myself with verse, amidst an anxious heart.
An exhausted body, enclosing an exhausted soul.
Sometimes, it’s best to cry before you shiver of anxiety.
The body is its destiny, the mind its incubator.
Sometimes, its best to forget before you shiver of anxiety.
An anxious heart is no longer lovely, Though it keeps bleeding of love.
Sometimes, it’s best to sleep before you shiver of anxiety.
Is it because I’m no longer happy, Or because I was once so happy?
Sometimes, it’s best to be lost before you shiver of anxiety.
And this vulnerability of being anxious is nothing but a test of your humanity.
Because anxiety isn’t your enemy, Its when your body has lost
its only piece of heart and the only peace of mind.