A poem on Anxiety

Heart is beating at the speed of light…
Every beat is making sense of life…
Life is grabbing noisy breath…
Breath is floating in the ocean of blood…
Blood is running to generate heat…
Heat is melting the salty sweat…
Sweat is flowing on the clumsy body…
Body is resting in restlessness…
Doctor would call it anxiety…
But I call it ‘the rhythm of poetry’!

K L Niharika

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