A Reflection On Character. Poem by Subrata Ray

A Reflection On Character.

She then said "You are characterless,
In you I find no concrete base"
The lover nodded but said, 'Alas! ',
I think ‘character ‘ is a looking glass.
It is chemical, elastic and portable,
It is a hidden gallery of multiple cables.
It is confused dilemma in Maya's forest,
In it the Mind with instinct's ego rests.
It holds some ethics of bad and good,
With libido's mandate it changes any mood.
It varies as per the cultivation of habits,
And Habit gives birth, a lion, snake or rabbit.

The lady mused a while and said,
What you mean character is self -paid.
Ah! What you think and do you become ,
‘Character is the summations of habits in life's sum'