Maya

She played an ethereal trancing tune,

Weaving them up in a tight cocoon,

Though even harder they tried, to decipher,

Still stayed hidden, the mystical pied-piper!

Lost were all, the riddle was such,

Even the best of the best, couldn't do much.

Thus pitying their hapless fall through,

To those who listened, she whispered a cue.

"You run around the world, without a clue,

Forever discovering something new,

Secrets of the creation, you're eager to know,

As you play along in my great puppet show.

To my diktat all conform, 

I have forever changing form,

Blinded are all, by my beguiling aura,

I am the great illusory Maya!"