Rules Of Thumb Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Rules Of Thumb
In my most perilous times
I go by the devil’s book.
Burying conscience its tender rhymes
I find myself the safest nook.
In my times of hardest deals
I act as the devil wills.
Shedding my fragile conscientious guise
I find haven in compromise.
In my hours of moral crises
I decide what the devil please.
Stripping my garb of holy goodness
I find refuge in the devil’s face.
In my times when rages tempest
I qualify in the devil’s test.
His writs make me override
My morals and move onto devil’s side.
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5/2/2024 10:55:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A Beautiful Poem with great meaning. When our moral in crisis, the devil rules our mind. Very true said. Loved reading each lines. Thanks for sharing.