If I weigh the voice of your vice,
And the value of your virtue,
It would to me more than suffice
To know what the world knows as ‘you’.
And oft by the vice you most count,
The virtue weighed at a discount.
Surviving death soul never dies,
Like Phoenix with virtue and vice rise,
Yet, planning for posterity,
For wealth, withal and whatso I have,
I’d forget: virtue respects no heredity,
And fail for the rainy day to save.
And, had my virtue been obstinate ‘nough,
Would not have winked at vice, but called its bluff.
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- Sonnets | 01.06.05 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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