Did you once think,
That the world was pure,
That it's certainty was sure?
I used to think so.
But rest assured,
I began to see,
Imperfections in you,
And in me.
This world whirled around,
On tilted axis, not straight.
It's inhabitants also,
Did not act straight.
But whatever happened,
It happened for the good and bad.
This world is sometimes not for me to live in.
Sometimes it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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