I wanted to come out,
From that ramshackle mansion,
That is set high above,
Called the nervous tension.

Try as hard as I may,
To come out of the nervous maze,
I find it tickling me more,
And all the more I am in a daze.

To it when a solution,
I somehow manage to find,
The nervous mansion threatens-
More fragile becomes my mind.

When tensions mount,
It becomes a pain in the neck-
In my pain I pray,
I don’t want to be a nervous wreck.

Is the life with tension,
An important necessity?
Or should I live the God – given one,
With peace in plenty?