See off the worries

The deed on your accord may turn bad.
Curse not; the doing gave you pleasure.
The deed thrust on you may turn good.
Regret not the doing, the end in mind.
If the deed out of the will harmed
Ask pardon and repent till the end.
Then you will have beaten your worries.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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