Treasure Island

Pratheek Praveen Kumar


TRUTH


Truth is the greatest virtue on the Earth,
In any place it will gladly find a good berth,
Only the greatest had this virtue in them,
From their humility this certainly did stem.

The virtue that everyone wants and needs,
This is not distinguished by castes or creeds,
No on has got this great virtue these days,
Everyone is always crooked in his or her ways.

Only a few lucky people have some friends,
Who do not cheat someone in road's bends,
People are truly lucky if they have these friends,
Who do not cheat someone behind his or her backs.

Only the best have this virtue of the greatest of Kings,
And their good names, always will everyone sing.

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2012

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