Virtues

By Aishwarya B.

Wasn’t Truth the one Virtue you always sought?

The one for which you so relentlessly fought?

That made many of them say that you were a lot?

The one virtue for which you let yourself be caught?

Put everyone you knew and loved on the spot?

Caused people to count you as the bad sort?

So what do you do when the epiphany hits you 

Like on a pure white canvas, of ink a blot.

That when compared to the enormity of the cosmos, 

You are nothing but a dot.

And where do the virtues you consider so dear, fall?

As they now ironically seem like a person’s mere thought.

From your position of entitlement you fall.

By Aishwarya B.