Life threw the net around of vice and virtue,
I have no other choice than to choose Virtue, it is true;
The triumph of virtue, I failed to prove,
History has shown virtue triumphed,
But after waiting long in a narrow groove;
It was the time my friends choose the luxurious temptation of vice,
Vice gave them the gold and diamond biscuit slice;
I am with virtue with nothing other than daily share of vegetable spice,
Day by day I am pulled towards vice, for all those things which seem to be nice,
Me from deep was still a slave of virtue for any price;
I wondered, and wondered in life as if along the banks of dried lake,
No where to see the water for life of even a bowl;
Me inside warned myself ‘better you taste; more you bake’,
I gave the virtue a long rope, knowing well ‘I will reap; what I sow’.
Once realized the truth, one will go in the right path. The fruits of virtue take time to grow, while the fruits of vices come fast. The idea in this poem is very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Me from deep was still a slave of virtue for any price; I‘ll take virtue at any price. Such a lovely and profound poem. Thank you.