Gradually the air became so much thick,
That eventually made him sick.
It's neither the pollution nor the air pressure,
But an act of a demolisher.
To escape from this he ran away
And somewhere he found two parallel rivers.
One was dark like the raw coal,
The other one was like filled with silvers.
Out of curiosity he started to follow
To discover the estuary or
If there's any hollow!
Through the high muddy path
But ended up having a blood bath.
He was astonished and asked himself
What's happening here,
Where did the rivers go?
Someone suddenly averred,
Those were parts of you from long ago.
To skedaddle from the reality
You accidentally dived into your own entity.
Where you saw the essence of life,
Which aids us to survive
In this bloody hell
By plotting various situations,
Many circumstances to impel.
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