Doubt your own abilities,
Find yourself over-shadowed 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 your life a bed filled with thorns,
The spikes of which will prick thee every moment,
It’ll also pierce thy conscience the most.
When thy employer doubts they sincerity,
Doubts 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 day,
Such a man dies umpteenth times before death favour him actually,
On his death people just utter,
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 Lal Khajuria