That Which We Call The World Poem by kishore rao rao

in this great carnival that we call the world
varied attractions exist
of multi colours and hues
some red some blue some black some grey
some plain blank white too.
magical images of people and events
appear and disappear without a trace.
how many tricks and acts people put on
on this great show we call the world
outward smiles with inner grief
say sweet words while inside venom resides.
where loved ones hurt and strangers support provide
a great wonder is this which we call the world.
some enjoy some suffer some laugh some cry
but none want to leave this big muesuem of makebelieve
which we call the world
seeing all wonders, appreciating them all
but getting ensnared by none
is perhaps the way of wise and sane
of passing through this great fair which we call the world.