Mutating Morales Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Morals of a man once highly admired—
Finely tuned souls in a forthright frank age,
Generous to a fault, not worldly wired,
Candid and open like a printed page,
Empathy, understanding, kindly heart
That beats for all, and simple if not sure,
Free from a smart aleck's much-rehearsed art—
Why is today the world no more so pure?

May be, we love what we did ere detest—
A cutting sharp tact like a two-edged sword,
Narrower mind wrapped in self-interest,
Ravenous itch to grab, gather and hoard,
And what's the root cause of all this indeed?
To covet and crave, a lady called greed!
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Sonnets | 01.01.11 |