The Life Poem by C. P. Sharma

The truth is dumb
the Maya beats drum,
wraps melodies in words
sings measures unheard

sometimes in ragas
sometimes in jazz,
it rocks and rolls
illusions galore

its visual snares
play musical chairs
sometimes the tongue
for taste betrays

sometimes the smell
has fragrance craze
sometimes in a kiss
you feign a trance

The truth appears to be
just crying for the moon
strong seductive Maya
becomes life's real boon