This world is a maya, An illusion, A creation, magical, To lure and entice With pleasures, suited for the mankind. Stimuli that caresses in various ways Provocations entice and endeavour to deviate. Mind weaves dreams of comfort and ease. Safety of a haven We forever strive to achieve. With our limited foresight, Not knowing what lies ahead We move along blindly; Balancing ourselves, Lured by the promises The illusions, magnificent. Then one day we reach the end Unanticipated distress When the obstacle is insurmountable The pleasures of life Have gnawed and chiseled away The resolve to brave the odds. Walking on a narrow strip, one realises There is no going back.