Slave to the Five Kings
Your Five senses - Five kings rule you more than you think. Sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell fight for control, but who is their true master? It is A Debate on Who’s the Worst and It's the battle between your senses, your mind and You. Can you win this war?
POETRY
Aayushi Suthar
Let's settle this once and for all
Who among us owns you the most?
Who has ruined you beyond repair?
We stand before you..Five masters, one slave
Listen closely, and when we are done..
tell us who destroyed you best.
The Vision Speak..
I am the master, the cruelest of all,
I show him riches, I make him fall.
At one glance, a tempting view,
Desires awaken, he chases the new.
He sees, he wants, he runs, he sins
Tell me, brothers, have I not won?
The Ears Scoffs..
Oh please, Sight, don’t flatter yourself so much,
It’s me who makes them dance to words
A whisper, a rumor, a well-placed lie
I make him doubt, I make him cry.
They hear praise, they think they are divine,
They hear an insult, and they lose their mind!
I shape gods and devils with just a sound,
If I’m not the worst, tell me who else is around?
The Smell Laughs..
Oh, you fools, so blind, so weak,
Do you know how fast I can speak?
The scent of wine, the perfume's tease,
I pull him in with effortless ease.
Temptation isn’t what you see or hear,
It’s what lingers long, so strong, so near.
A single breath, and he forgets his way,
Tell me is your hold on them as insane?
The Taste Smirks..
Cute little games, but let’s be true,
Who feeds the glutton? Who tempts the few?
One bite, one sip, and they all fall,
Health, wealth Yes! I take it all.
Kings have lost their thrones for me,
Worshiped excess, forgot to breathe.
And yet you argue who is worst?
Bow to me darling, I ruin him first.
Fools, all of you, who brings them to their knees?
It is Me! The master, who silently kills.
What a sight unseen, a sound unheard,
A smell ignored, a taste deffered.
Without me?
I make him shiver, crave, demand,
My grip is firm, my touch commands.
Tell me, can you resist the call,
Of wanting what destroys you all?
The Touch Chuckles
They turn to you.. laughing
So tell us slave, who ruined you most?
Or do you still think you are the host?
The Mind Speaks..
You fight for the throne, yet forget the king,
I am the one who controls everything.
I let him see, I let him crave,
I let him rot, I let him save.
If I am strong, you are dust.
If I am weak, he is lost.
I am the master, the root, the chain,
Control me… and you break the game.
You do not battle the senses, you battle the mind that serves them. Win there, and you win everywhere. Lose there, and you were never free.
