Baskadia

Why did you make me aware of this world?

This world of continuous perseverance;

Ladened with great responsibilities.

This seesaw world,

Interwoven in subterfuges.

Of no perfect pair,

Where every weak heart, of deceit a prey.

This world accustomed to grief;

From faithfulness unrequited

Or of requited brief- stayed.

So tell me,

Why did you make me aware of this uneven world?

Is it in its turmoils to share?