Geniuses Play, Fools Fight

By Vittala Chaithanya N M

This world of grandeur, a dazzling show,

Where everyone watches, but few truly know.

Feelings caged, like beasts in line,

Weapons of peace masked as kind.

Truth speaks softly, far from the crowd,

Not in the shouts, but where it’s allowed.

Coins tossed for a playful act,

While the master pull strings to distract.

The crowd believes what it’s told to see,

Even if lies mock reality.

If a lion’s made to hum a tune,

The masses cheer beneath the moon.

Thoughts discarded, wisdom lost,

A gift of reason, now its cost.

We choose to see what brings delight,

And turn from truths that shine too bright.

Clowns run it with coloured masks of hues,

While their smiles hide in shadowed cues.

Filling pockets along the way,

This show goes on, night and day.

By Vittala Chaithanya N M