Duty and Love

Duty and Love, these so consume the soul,

And virtues perish like the moths caught in

death’s flaming swirl; the multi-headed grin

of evil thwarts us striving toward our goal,

Taking protean shapes, and with phantasms foul

A chaotic web the teeming forests spin,

While the primeval waters’ untamed din

Affrights the mind, now courage consumed whole

retreats against the hordes’ advancing might.

Where can we turn for aid where friends are foes

And our own passions make us deaf to all.

Duty and Love yet only hold the light,

Though many be there adding to our woes,

These two alone still save us from the fall.

Published by Vanaja Banagiri

Author, Editor, Poet, Art Promoter

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