The world as it is,
Unstoppable, beauty full of risks.
The more glamorous it becomes,
More harms have to be undone.
Be it living or the ones at rest,
With or without a soul to behest.
Its in freedom my thought Lay’s,
More valid the point becomes,
More unreasonable the world say it is.
The worth of it might never be the part of
Value we live.
Less than lesser more than the other,
Might be motive of riches.
But just like Justice more than a wage,
This how the world as it is.