Saturday, March 29, 2008


That all the world’s a stage on which are played
Illusionary scenes our egos write
Wise Shakespeare showed with his absurd parade
Of characters, each living out our plight.

We are benighted and bewildered and
Betrayed. We blindly stumble in our daze
At arbitrary impulse’s command,
Blundering witless through this earthly maze.

Those dolts, those dupes, those all but senseless fools
Shakespeare portrayed are mirrors of our lives
Displaying how not wit but passion rules,
Which few transcend becoming truly wise.

As Hindus knew that Maya is our stage
And Lila plays, the Bard was likewise sage.