If I weigh the voice of your vice, <br />And the value of your virtue, <br />It would to me more than suffice <br />To know what the world knows as ‘you’. <br />And oft by the vice you most count, <br />The virtue weighed at a discount. <br /> <br />Surviving death soul never dies, <br />Like Phoenix with virtue and vice rise, <br />Yet, planning for posterity, <br />For wealth, withal and whatso I have, <br />I’d forget: virtue respects no heredity, <br />And fail for the rainy day to save. <br /> <br />And, had my virtue been obstinate ‘nough, <br />Would not have winked at vice, but called its bluff. <br />________________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 01.06.05 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vice-and-virtue/
