Doubt

Doubt your own abilities,
Find yourself overshadowed with difficulties
Work, you must to earn your esteem,
By effacing the doubt from your being.
Lingering doubt on the spouse of your own,
Will make life a bed filled with thorns,
The spikes of which will prick thee every moment
It’ll also pierce thy conscience the most.
When your employer doubts your sincerity,
Doubt robs thee of the parity,
In respect, that you should have got otherwise,
Be not with doubtful sincerity,
It will give birth to vexing disparity.
Think of a man with doubtful integrity
He lives, but without a pure soul,
Right he has to breathe on the soil,
Of his birth, but in his heart of hearts he knows
That he is living corpse worth nothing to his friends or foes,
He is nothing to the mother, who showed him the dawn of the day,
Such a man dies umpteenth times before death favours him actually,
On his death gentry just utters,
Gone is the man, who was burden not only to his own self,
But also on the soil which used to withstand his worthless being.
Harbans Khajuria

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