Greatest Vice - Poem by chandra thiagarajan
One may others largely envy
And hold resentment with jealousy.
One may have abundant pride
And with excessive love of self abide.
One may nurse plenty of anger
And hold on to wrath as a tiger.
One may indulge in liberal laziness
And may be occupied with idleness.
One may have a lot of avarice
And may not want any holding to miss.
One may have over-indulgence in food
And may be a glutton and crude.
One may go after wanton lust
And may want to have the crust.
Many another loathing habit
One may possess in their spirit.
All these are no doubt sins and evils
But the greatest vice as of the devils.
Is the vice of hurting a human being's mind
Hence let us never do so and be ever kind.
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