World no longer a stage.

Oh! Thou Sir need to understand.
World is no longer a stage,
No longer people come
Simply to play their part.
Birth and death,
Remain no longer personified.
Oh Sir! It breaks the heart
Of a poor lady like me.
To beware Thou 
Of the honourless deeds
And changes that now have striv’d.
World is a ball, Sir
A giant masquerade ball.
Thrown by the people
whether nobler by fate
Or inhumane by deeds
Who am I to presume or judge?
Ah! Such a magnificent feast
They promote
I wonder what beast do they serve
What elagance in the menu,
Whether it is loathing or greed.

Sir! In this ball
Entrances aren’t birth
And slayings do not mean exile.
The permit to enter
Has now criteria forlorn
It depends
Sometimes on skin,
Ah! Sometimes on land
And the worst,
That a illiterate lady
From the times of yore
Condemns the most,
Is permit based on gender.

The people with 
Fate aiding them
Enter in this feast
Flairing and floundering
Their Etravagant carriages
Fit for a royal deport.

Sir! Good lord! 
I am eternaly grateful
That royalty no longer
Runs in the blood.
Or take my words
Every man would be macbeth
Playing with a never ending tempest.
But the fire
The longing
The unyielding lust
For gold remain unscathed.

And so in these masquerades
People come adorned in masks.
Masks with frills and lace 
Caressing their plummy cheeks
And golden threads keeping
Their lies together.

Sir! World is ball
Where people come to dance
Entrance isn’t easy
But exits are forced upon.
Ah! Thou would find the world 
Tragic to the bones.
So people pair up quickly
With no parts to play
Just a partner to twirl around.
No Romeo is found
And Iago fills its part.
Sir, love no longer nourishes the soul
But now is an emotion
So abstract,
So hollow,
So shallow in nature,
That I a poor, poor lady
Would have theQueen’s jewels 
More easily found.

Ah! The summers joy
Has lost its warmth.
Winters are colder
In this place with,
Hearts adorned with ice
And laced with shards.

But in this Ball
The reality My Sir is this;
There are 7 Billion faces,
7 Billion dancers
But 14 Billion masks and
14 Billion dances.

(c) Akanksha Krishnatre.

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