The Final Act..

The Final Act- Code of the Magician...

In small-town was he raised,

On meagre means provided,

But a traveller he met in the fields,

Who came from a big town,

Taking a liking to his openness and curiosity.

Illusionist, he was, conjuring things

Out of the air,

Little by little, taught him the dexterity of hands, the intensity of an act,

The magic, in a simple way.

Called him Enigma, for none could stand

In his way,

Gave him the gift, a poor child,

Could barely fathom the magnitude of.

Life swept him up, to a new high,

Hard work, perseverance and cup of talent,

Bubbling forth with things magical,

Made him famous, far and wide.

A family he now had and in due time,

Three sons, the lineage a magician wishes for,

To pass down when curtains should fall,

"Enigma" he was known as,

For villagers looked upon him, as nothing

Less than God,

For in their mundane life,

His acts of intense grandeur, and suspense,

Made them forget their daily worries.

The boys were growing up, 

Under the lights and ovation,

They saw their father, yet the darkness of lust,

Started creeping upon them.

They had all they wanted, yet the thirst

Remained unquenchable,

Tricks enormous they learnt,

But eyes were blinded by the gold coins,

Enigma could make out, smiling at them,

Saying there is a pot at the end of a rainbow,

But codes and clues they would have to unscramble when the time comes.

All of them now looked hungrily, like wolves,

As time passed by,

Satanic thoughts becoming,

More malicious and malevolent.

His smile became more of a mask,

To hide the pain and hostility,

He saw in his son's eyes,

Lights he performed under, but inside he was fading,

He was a performer par excellence,

But from within, sadness gradually

Was eroding him, for his family was

Merely using him, as a branch to climb on.

Time has come for the final act, old had he become,

More for lack of warmth, he sought at home,

He collected all the money earned,

And now there was none who knew not him,

It was time for curtains to fall.

" I came with a penny but lost many,

I found joy and love, in you all,

But my own, betrayed me, for money,

So tonight I shall end my suffering,

May this be a lesson for all".

Saying this he collected all the paper notes,

Conjured a Chinese lantern from them,

Aghast were the crowd and more his sons,

Lit a light, with a flash of a hand,

And let lit all float, to the sky.

While all looked at his swan song,

He spread his arms, the final time,

And fell backwards,

But none found him, 

Some said he became a monk,

In distant lands, what came of son's,

They learnt it the hard way,

Code of scrambled words they found,

" Seek me not, for dirt fills your heart,

Learn the lesson, for a start,

What you crave, is an illusion,

The treasure in the fusion,

Of soul, heart and mind,

For all to awaken and find."