Illusion of Greatness.

A Poem by Maharnav

My hands are warm and my heart is cold.
I walk straight yet I never walk alone.
My eyes too cardinal and tongue too bold.
My mind deranged and my soul so strange.

I smile so long, so strong for you,
like gods exists so do I and you.
So, hope and dream and wait within;
as I will get things right a keen.
Believe, Believe and wait to live;
as that will keep you calm every Christmas eve.
I bind, I bound, I build a guild;
for you to rise and shine.
I fill my ears with lead and cotton while I act to hear.
But all is fine, yes it is as development is there.
Give in and give up as there is nothing to lose in here.
It will get to you and fix you too.
It will help you out with a thing or two, with your charity and sanity; with your needs and good deeds.
Your conscience might bleed, it bleeds.
Not a bit it hurts or feels.
You will believe me;
You will,
I know its bleeding, its bleeder;
But, trust me,
I am your "Leader".