Doubt is that poison which pollutes mind Its a strange ailment which makes kind unkind It is what never heals but increases to find Its way how to make a victim totally blind It corrupts not one but all around to remind That bad remains bad and can not be refined When head and soul are totally confined So it is what can not be easily streamlined
On the contrary faith brings but only light This is what remains source of the delight But a doubtful person never gets just bright He dangles always like a but broken kite Depth remains depth and height is height Doubt has its own shameless shameful flight