Every Profession Gives Its Own Cushion
Every job is pure gold,
This truth, all must know,
Whatever job you may hold,
Real sincerity, you must show,
Take decision by being bold,
You will successfully grow,
Great secrets, you will unfold,
When you suffer sorrow,
To God, let your state be told,
He will give a better tomorrow,
Let your emotions be controlled
And your efforts be thorough,
In good souls' list, get enrolled,
Let your ideas be never narrow,
Accept calmly criticism-arrow
And grow wisely everyday old!
Copyright © Mv Venkataraman | Year Posted 2022
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