Ode To Character Poem by ashok jadhav

O Character, slow script the soul inscribes,
Not written once, but etched through chosen days;
You form in deeds no audience describes,
In quiet hours beyond all borrowed praise.
You stand when comfort pleads for easy turns,
And speak the truth though silence tempts the tongue;
From loss and trial your deeper fiber learns,
And strength grows firm where it once felt young.
No ornament of rank nor mask of name
Can grant the weight your simple presence bears;
You shine the most when no one stakes a claim,
A steady light that outlasts sudden flares.
O Character, be kept with watchful care,
For in your shape our truest selves appear;
What we become when stripped of all pretense
Is you—our lasting mark, our moral sense.