The unending tussle
In the livesbustle
And leaves rustle
Vice and virtue are trapped in sartorious muscle....
It is easy to recognize
The outpouring vice
For, it is long lasting
And it's impact long enduring...
But virtue is mercurial
It flashes like things ethereal and
But its impression is real
And impact is sensoreal
Vice is present everywhere
Virtue existence is rare
To fetch virtue from a heap of vice
Takes immense trouble and lot of patience
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A philosophical poem