Maya Poem by mary das
Maya
Maya......
you the colourful mirage
you make the people dance
dance to your tune
you make them drown in the pleasure of sense
you make their intellect completely spent
maya......
you fill them with anger and lust
you cunningly trap the people
in their own costumes
make them forget their own forms
forget where do they come from
you grind them in grinding wheel of sorrow
but....why?
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