Sugut

In a village by the rolling hills,

Lived a man named Sugut, full of wills.

He thought he held the strings of fate,

Believed he could control every state.

With each action, he'd try to mold,

Expecting others to do as they're told.

But one fine day, he learned a truth,

That shook his core from his youth.

Sugut realized, with a start,

That people's reactions are not an art.

No matter how hard he'd try to steer,

Their responses remained unclear.

Some laughed, some cried, some stood tall,

While others ignored him, not heeding his call.

In this dance of life, he was just a part,

Understanding this brought a change in his heart.

No longer did he strive to dictate,

But learned to accept, and appreciate,

The beauty of diversity in every reaction,

Embracing life's unpredictable fraction.

So Sugut walked with a newfound grace,

No longer trying to win every race.

For he knew, in the ebb and flow,

Lies the essence of life's vibrant show.