World Affairs And Beyond

In the world of games, at age just two, A child begins a cunning debut. Concealment, distraction, teasing play, Skills of deceit find an early way. Lies not rigid, but surprisingly free, Mimicking adults, yet with a child's glee. Building images of competence, so keen, Creating bonds and saving face, unseen. Complex lies, a face-saving art, At two and a half, they subtly start. Bravado, corrections, blame placed askew, In the world of children, skills accrue. Blaming toys or an implausible name, Learning from mistakes, not all the same. In conversion disorders, signals so sly, Deception plays out, catching the eye. Like birds leading predators astray, Children deceive in their own way. From silence to calling, distractions unfold, A repertoire of skills, cunning and bold. Images created, affiliative and more, Tools of deception in their little store. As they grow, those skills refine, A teenage web of deception, so fine. Falsification, concealment, exaggeration too, Mixing fact wit...

In this hurried life, why the constant tension? Are we wary of the divine's benevolent intervention? Why the need to scheme, to outshine, to outdo? Does deceit really pave the way to triumph we pursue? Why the urgency to cheat, to cunningly deceive? Do we believe success requires others to grieve? Why the impatience, the lack of self-command? Does the rush to victory obscure life's fancy strand? In this quest for more, do we lose what truly counts? Is the pursuit of success leaving us with discounted amounts? Why not pause, reflect, and grasp life's essence? Could tranquillity be the key, dispelling the tension's presence? ⒸSobia Nosheen