Of Virtues And Their Antitheses Poem by Vedanth Bhatnagar

Of Virtues And Their Antitheses



Permanence is but a heavenly dream,
Oh, so rare, so pristine, forlorn!
But lasting is not for the mortal stream,
The stream that has life to adorn;

Upon the sad face of Truth gleam Lies,
That Truth that has times to transcend,
And fraught is every word written that descries,
Its author, who has the Truth to bend;

Sunday, June 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: virtue
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Vedanth Bhatnagar

Vedanth Bhatnagar

Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India.
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