Life, a magnificent stage
Entrapped in a fabrication cage
Where everything is a truth
But everything is a lie
Like a skillful protagonist
In the glamour of the stage admist
He plays many a roles
Unfolding many a chapter, life holds
And with each progressive fold
He advances his voyage to lie
A lie that he cant descry
Born he was pure , pristine
The last time when innocence and truth align
As he gets acquainted with new characters
Who on their stage are fabulous actors
He being naive, steps in the quagmire
Quagmire he aint afraid of , quagmire that he admire
Quagmire of pretence,myth and lie
A lie that he cant descry
He doesnt have the audacity nor the capacity
To question the life-stage's authenticity
Cause the bigger stage , the society, would name him hysteric
To question whether his life pivot is authentic
And brought up , he was ,to believe the essence
The essence of his actions was no pretence
All acts of his will, all acts of his desired fantasy
Destined to fill him with ecstacy
But dawns upon him a truth
The truth of the biggest lie
Which was diligently placed in chapter one of his life
And with which he had ever drive
The realization strikes
That an actor he was all his life
Pretending , acting skillfully on this magnificent stage
Where he thought his acts were to fulfil dreams that he envisage
But not more than a puppet he was
Dancing to the whims and fancies of the audience
A stage he always thought he beholds
But unaware that he was under the stage hold
Not mire than a harbinger of smile and delight
Fulfilling onlooker's expectations like a dark knight
And in the last chapter of the play
Filled by wrath and dismay
Still his heart forces him to deny
That he wasnt able to descry
That he was living in a lie
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