Baskadia

Oh, elusive fortune, where do you hide?

My needs, like a vast ocean, seem endless and wide.

Chickens feast, oblivious to the morrow's plight,

While termites voraciously consume in the fading light.

The morning sun rises, yet stagnation persists,

A cycle of longing, where yearning coexists.

Pains ebb and flow, a relentless tide,

Fleeting respite, only for agony to abide.

Eating a big fish has countless ways,

Yet, I savor each bite, navigating life's maze.

My struggles, silent echoes, concealed from view,

No one truly knows the depth of my hue.

They claim understanding, offer a sympathetic ear,

Yet, in their minds, my plight they quickly clear.

Termites dwell where woods find a space,

A metaphor for life's challenges we face.

The farmer dreams of a bountiful yield,

Wearing a facade, a mask skillfully concealed.

Life scatters silver pieces, a tempting array,

To grasp its worth, one must learn to play.

Oh, elusive fortune, where do you roam?

In the echoes of desires, seeking a welcoming home.