We Love Show Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whenever truth is left behind
You too fail to find
A reason to live with ideals
And feel always real

You paint a picture
That can not be understood by all for sure
It may be called as an art piece
Along with rare price tag in place

It is some sort of confusion
Why is more space for illusion?
"What actually seen" is no more reality?
Yes we praise for unseen motivational quality

Even leaned people may fail to grasp
To find the theme behind and clap
Yet it is taken as pride to own
The reality is totally forgotten

We love show and appearance
We ignorantly take chance
Pretend as if we have some knowledge
But in reality we are edged out