“Maya”

If the world is an illusion
This illusion, Mother, in your fusion
Reality perceived as mirage
Futile pursuits wasted collage
Haze abounds clarity eludes
Doubt hesitation inaction exudes
Should you withdraw your grace.
All maladies, humans have to face
Devotee seeking your direction
Follows the path of right action
Night withdrawn to usher in dawn
Light pervades the welcome morn