WORRY NOT
Ringing constantly in our ears is a warning bell;
Because it's we who indiscriminately trees chop and fell;
But tells me my heart, we won't have to forever live in a cell.
Believe me, soon, really very soon, all will be well.
With patience little, hope and faith, I firmly do tell;
That soon, really very soon, all will be well.
But once things turn well, for others we mustn't create a hell.
For flora and fauna, we shouldn't sound the death knell.
Painstakingly look after flora and fauna; and all cruelty dispel.
Over satanic values win; only then, everything will be well.
Worry not, these dark clouds dwindle will; and all will soon be well .
Af Dastur
