When you face a hard task
Your fear vanishes very soon
For more and more, if you ask
You may get surely a boon
Practice alone fetches glory
As it shapes finely your skill
To create a glorious history
Wisely train your great will
Fear brings only setbacks
Hope fetches great victory
Former creates drawbacks
Latter heals every injury
Worrying is totally foolish
As it cripples mind terribly
It helps you not realize wish
Making you behave feebly
If a job seems to be difficult
Do it to acquire expertise
Positive will be the result
Practice is the best device.
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