When I started to take care of myself, The attention seeker was the stress, in my head The stress, that makes me completely mad The stress that takes away, my pleasing bread I struggled, to take the carefree rest I wished to drain out the foul muddy dust I stopped myself, sitting still, in my own nest My mind have overtook my wings, I felt The fear of losing my things, made me melt Such a vast hamper, was kept over my head I am a soul, not this bod, that is held Will fly someday, to another world This made me relax, unfolding the belt The stress flew, making me happy self. ~Divyata singhai