Anxiety Lines Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Anxiety lines

I never worry
And feel sorry
About his absence
So often by chance

His job is such
That he has reach
Faraway places
And almost rush

I miss him but casually
And mind occasionally
But on some days it becomes unbearable
As I want him to take rest without any trouble

Normally he is careful
But to become successful
He has to venture outside
And take some spots to decide

This morning I felt uneasiness
As he was rushing on my face
With anxiety lines
To feel not well or fine