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!"
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