Lessons in the Fog by Abhishek kumar Singh

They won’t tell you the map was drawn in whispers

inked in debts and folded in back pockets.
Won’t tell you the street signs change names overnight
or that shortcut is just a longer road with fewer witnesses

They won’t tell you gold rusts in the wrong hands
that fame don’t taste like honey—more like salt in a dry mouth
That the loudest one in the room ain’t the richest
just the easiest target with the shortest fuse

They won’t tell you the difference between power and a favor
how a smile can be a handshake or a contract
Won’t mention the weight of a name
how it drags or how it lifts
depending on who's whispering it in which room

They won’t tell you the cost of the crown,
or that the king’s throne is just a chair till someone pulls it
That war ain’t about flags—it’s about who owns the ink
who writes the stories who sells the fear.

They won’t tell you wisdom is a locked safe
and the key costs more than the lesson.
But if you listen close if you read between the fog
you might just find the loophole

And that
That’s the only real game they never teach.

Hi my name is Abhishek Kumar Singh I come from the beautiful city of Bihar ....a land where ganga paints the rhythmic beauty of Madhubani paintings....where Kosi flows as the sorrow. A land where tales and poems of Veer Kunwar singh and Dinkar were created As a student I slept through my maths and science classes But the world of literature was more logical than laws of physics and history was more colorful than chemistry I love to travel and find inspiration with nature and put them down beautifully on the pages of my soul.