Evil Ways Are Nine - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
If whoso fights should sure suffer defeat,
Naught is worth fighting o’er in this tired earth,
If there’s naught worth opposing, retreat,
To fight for one’s view is an idle mirth,
Like shadow fighting with a mirror’s beam,
A mere image that mimics at one’s own!
The world is good to good in world’s esteem,
Evil, the world has the worst never known.
We are taught: let not the light of lamp die,
There scarce is but one way should one walk out,
The darkling night ends to light up the sky,
Pleasure past pain, life pointing to death’s doubt;
Yet, wisdom of all books lives in one line:
The right way winds but one, wrong ways are nine.
This sonnet is inspired by a shloka (a quatrain) in Mahabharata
Shlokaardhena pravakshyaami yaduktam grantha-kotibhih |
Paropakaara poonyaaya paapaaya para-peedanam ||
- Sonnets | 12.09.12 |
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