Virtues seek reciprocal-

gestures vie for approval.

But desires equivocal,

and the fate appears cruel.

You rejoice in the belief

that deeds would be gratified.

Alas! this fancy is brief,

and such futile seems the pride.

The soul has treacherous roots.

And hope is a bitter fruit.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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