Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 17,581 Points (14-2-1957 / Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: The Soul Gets Impure Thus - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Like how dust settles on a clean surface,
Like how the mirror loses silvering,
Like how hair grows on clean-shaven a face;
And impure gold is called gold-covering!

Like how the leaves fall on the swept foot-path,
Like how the paint with time becomes off hue;
Like how the skin gets dirty after bath;
Like how money corrupts the saintly few!

Like how fresh morning air gets polluted;
Like how the rain muddies the clear water;
Like how bad habits get strongly rooted;
With time, the mind that’s pure will soon falter.
For sinful thoughts invade the mind and soul,
And man forgets his God-given main role.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2003

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