The social lion

 

Keep your face hidden even though you use no mask, veil or take shelter in nightly darkness. Keep your face open, clear to view to everyone in broad daylight but still keep it hidden. How to do it?

Learn to hide your emotions. Master the art of masking every change in your face driven by any strong emotion. Then you present a blank look to the world.

Just give a tiniest flicker of smile when the rest of the world rolls in laughter over an episode.

Just allow some faintly traceable line of frown on your brow when the rest of the world would brawl, bellow and seethe with anger.

Keep your heart well sealed for it contains fickle wealth of emotions and sensitivities that always sabotage logic and go out and make a mayhem of your interests.

Just a barely audible whiff of breeze emanating from your end, while the world is caught in its funny hissing hailstorm.

Be a steady polestar in the calamitously crazy sky dotted with rack and ruin of piteously flickering lost stars.

Just by being so one seems a godly intercession and emerges a ruler—respected, feared, obeyed and followed by the masses.

He then forces them (the sheepish masses) to write crowning laurels spinning mythical webs about his august self. Theatrical arch-lights of idle gossips at nook and corners, following the wild palpitations of endless curiosity, take him on the hinge of history. Small-time incoherent desires clutter about the weighty stories about him, thus taking many in his patronizing loop even though they might never have the opportunity to see or meet him or get any benefit out of him.

Sharp and sprightly, soft and hard, sappy and dry, and firmly fadeless he is a succor to many an eye full of twiddling tears.