The jester

The jester

A Poem by adisaurajsen
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When coping with failure, how miserable one feels. Useless. judges himself/herself. The mind plays games.

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The little voice whispers the words
Shouted my many through times known and forgotten.
This voice of reality challenges I
the jester of injustice and insecurity.
I shall keep the gates of truth shut and
behind irons you shall rot.
I predict clouds of smoke shall cloak the fear
of darkness you have yet struck.
For in the seas of stormy darkness the reefs
are not forgiving enough Maya,
to let you drown. Your demise shall not have noble ends.
Unworthy of honour, I the jester mock your very existence
I shield you from the trembling sincere whose worlds
are stained by the blood of similar men like we.
A jar we fill with putrid substance which is our very existence.
And we wish to impose our filth on others .
From whom we want service
and worship like shysters of preach.
This is what life has become, Right and wrong are two masks
of society. Behind them hides the cruel truth.
Accept ourselves as corrupt we don't
we talk about truth in hushed voices.
Just like the little voice in your diminutive minds
who embraces the prehistoric principles of sages.
The voice is thee and I is you, the question is who is me? 

© 2012 adisaurajsen


Author's Note

adisaurajsen
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Added on September 26, 2012
Last Updated on September 26, 2012
Tags: Sad, failure, teen, judgement, experimental, poem, understanding

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adisaurajsen
adisaurajsen

Delhi, New Delhi, India



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I am Aditya, 15..confused and easily intrigued. Extremely curious and amazed. At the same time life hides sadness in serendipity and these moments of discovery leave me writing something or the other... more..

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