Virtue (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

No soul may shine with every star aligned,
For mortal hearts are forged in flawed design.
Though some bring fire, and others soothe the mind,
Perfection lies beyond the human line.

The iron age now hums with wires and light,
And men must march in step with ticking steel.
Yet keep thy candle burning through the night,
Lest modern storms thy truer self conceal.

Some virtues root like trees in native clay,
While others bloom when pruned by patient hand.
Let not the serpent's voice thy path betray,
But walk where wisdom draws her quiet stand.

The angels war with devils in thy breast—
Be thou thy guide, and let thy soul find rest.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Copyrights@July07,2025.
Kolkata, India.