Rehearsals, actors,
lights all staged.
Given time, the
fruits start falling.
When it comes to light
what shall be done with the cards held?
Be warned, once you trot
on the road of snakes,
biting at the ankles
of those who show
mercy, understanding, and support.
This game you play
will no longer be a sport
but a pit of endless troubles
where the face of the true soul
shall no longer be available to you.
The poet revels in the art of reading and writing poetry, drawing inspiration from nature’s splendor and the exquisite beauty found in everyday life.