Allegory Poems -1 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. The Battle Between Truth and Convenience
Truth stood barefoot at the square,
Holding a lamp in open air.
Convenience sold soft chairs nearby,
With cushions stitched from every lie.
People chose rest over the flame,
For light demands the cost of shame.
Truth waited still, though bruised and thin—
Wars are not won by those who bend.
2. Greed as a Bottomless Well
He lowered bucket after bucket deep,
The well replied with endless sleep.
Gold clanged once, then slipped away,
Each echo begged him more to stay.
At dawn he leaned, his thirst unquenched—
The well was full; the man was drenched
In want that water could not fill,
A hunger deeper than his will.
3. Pride as a Crumbling Tower
Stone by stone he raised his name,
A tower carved from praise and fame.
Clouds bowed first, then laughed aloud
As cracks appeared beneath the crowd.
When thunder shook the final floor,
He learned what height is meant to for—
Not standing tall above the land,
But knowing where one ought to stand.
4. Compassion as a Shared Loaf of Bread
A loaf lay warm in winter's grip,
Two hands reached out with careful slip.
It broke uneven, rough and small,
Yet fed them more than one piece whole.
Hunger fled where kindness stayed,
A feast no hunger ever made.
The bread was less, the hearts were more—
Enough is born when shared before.
5. Justice as a Blind River
The river flowed with even force,
It spared no name, it changed no course.
Crown and beggar knelt the same,
Its waters asked not guilt nor fame.
Stones accused, the current passed,
Carrying truth too wide, too vast.
Justice moves without a face,
Washing time, not taking sides.
6. Honesty versus Survival
Truth knocked softly at the door,
Hunger waited on the floor.
The night was long, the choice was sharp—
A broken oath or broken heart.
He spoke half-words to buy the day,
Then paid the debt in silent gray.
Survival feeds the body's cry;
Honesty keeps the soul alive.
7. Duty Against Desire
Desire sang in scarlet tone,
Duty spoke in steady stone.
One promised fire, the other ground,
One lifted up, one held him bound.
He walked the path with blistered feet,
Left behind the burning sweet.
Years later, in a quiet room,
He thanked the road that chose the broom.
8. Temptation as a Whispering Road
The road bent softly through the shade,
Promising less and offering paid.
"Just one step more, " it seemed to sigh,
"No harm lives where the flowers lie."
By dusk, the signs had lost their names,
The road kept none but took the same.
Temptation never shouts its crime—
It hums along and borrows time.