To do the right thing

If you have stumbled to this page. I welcome you to my blog’ poetry section.
This poem is one of my most favorite & finest of creations. It’s written to inspire, encourage and amplify people’s inner voices. I have faith! that once your done reading this aloud & repeatedly, ( not sermonizing!) a positive effect will bind you and we shall connect as a writer & a reader.
Hopefully!, my message will get through and so will my expressions.
It’s aimed to revive the righteousness of a person.

Please don’t forget! – to read slow, read aloud,read repeatedly and acknowledge the punctuation well!
it’s purposefully structured ,to bring the best with all above considerations.
Thank you. Enjoy vocalizing the rhyme aloud ! 🙂


‘To do the right thing’




Can you hold the truth & lose your voice.
Can you live!, such a muffled life.

Can you find!?- that pacifier, your deviant! your Lucifer!
Or shall you stutter , then mumble, & recede to silence.

Can you swear; to hold! the truth; up-most.
Speak it blunt, cold, & un-tamed!

Such times a-blazed!, with opinions & self-doubt.
You eternally jitter!, yet stand & headway.

     ..With mortal calm, with immortal faith.




Will you envenom your soul!, with immoral toxins.
Or drench it out! –
in sweat,  in blood ,in tears.

Will you incinerate!, them innocent & helpless.
Or burn down the antagonist!, them shrewd & hellish cold.

Will you embrace them all  –
The inferno!, the bullets ! ,all coarse- cuss!
Let your soul ripped off, not ricochet.

Will you leave!, a fallen man behind.
Or stay altogether, a-last & instead.


Can you do! , one right thing for me.
Will you hold, your righteous today.

.. & read to them righteous, everyday.



By: Vishu Mishra

First draft: 04-09-2014

To do the right thing

To do the right thing

Meretricious roads

june 30,2012,01:00am

As I could no more unlisten to them,
As the moments no more pass unsilenty,
Beyond all the usher, that pushes me to gloom.
Beyond all the blur, that consummate & consume..
As slowly and slowly it wither me inside.
As more and more I decide to let by.
I could walk,but this aberration & chaos blinds me.
Every lonely step within lost but finds me,
To your meretricious roads I could no more walk;but walk away.
Yet but meticulous,I dissociate to find the.
Like the yesterdays that walked me to same roads,
Were brighter,were charmer,would lead to your home.
And there you would wait ,time –long time ;but untimely,
I could no more walk to the same ends,but blindly.

If a ribbon could wrap a gift like perfect,
I could muster my will to let unravel still;yet musnt be.
all those things that made moments perfect,
Could open it otherwise,against unwilling will.
And as it opens & like a ribboned road,
And all leads to angels but one,
Yet I choose the one that withers me inside,
Yet I blindly choose,to walk on it.
And if all the presents could unravel perfect,
One would lead to the angel’s road.
And all those voices I could not reply.
But I could loose more footsteps & timely.
I could no more walk unsilenty,
I could no more usher to your meretricious roads.

by:vishu mishra
blog alias:captnjacksparw