A Fool's Paradise

The mendicant's thirsty eyes beg for alms,
But ignored by the hitherto prodigal palms,
The blind man's stooping shoulders beg for support,
But cold-shouldered by hands embracing girls like forts.

Amiable and benign to the neighbour's child,
On his own..Callousness, indifference applied,
Debating hard over the current political scene,
Hardly noticing his mom's perennially growing lean.

Generous to his boss for anticipated pseudo gifts,
On homely bare necessities, his focus never shifts,
Grateful to the cold stranger for a small favour,
Oblivious to his friend's services done with fervor.

Pretending calm with decisions taken in prime haste,
Wasting the farms, Farming the wastes.
Illegality before him, walking with a blind sight,
Knighting the fools, Fooling the knights.

Heaven before him, for hell in wild forage,
Marrying the lies, Lying the marriage,
Safety before him, ushering danger with a clap,
Slapping the blame, Blaming the slap.

This world is like a consuming blackhole,
Squeezing the truth of a person's role,
Conspicuous is the human fragile caprice,
Ah! my friend, This is a fool's paradise.