Pujit Aggarwal Redivivus - Sonnet 94
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow: They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. This sonnet commemorates the singular profile of a leader who is in full control of his qualities. More often than not damage is caused not necessarily by our vices but our virtues also when they are either misused or used without proper self-audit. A true blue leader exercises proper restraint in the dispensation of his resources. You may have the power to obliterate the ho