Good Conduct
In this world's find
Conduct of people
Is high or low
In accordance with one's mind.
In case you hold
Your fingers to fire
You can behold
Getting it scathed in the pyre
Even if you are unespied
And in a secret place abide.
When you are in fancy
Even though in privacy
When your conduct is blotched
Your soul gets scorched.
As inside a deep forest
The exquisite flower spills elegance
Though it is bereft
Of people to admire it best
Or to smell its fragrance
It blooms at Nature's behest.
Oh! You mind! Conduct yourself-well
Like the hidden sweet flower-swell
Beautiful and aromatic-a treat
Fit to be seated at God's feet!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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