The Bad Dream
An ailing scent in the aura,
Murky sky wherever I look,
Muddle visuals by my side,
Like my whole destiny shook.
Enormous croak in society,
Laying me in great baffle,
Strange eye of crowd at me,
As they were in a great shuffle.
I bid to peek into other scenes,
But no sight of creature in my eyes,
Just a sorrow uproar of mankind,
Similar to soul of the nature cries.
Straight away the inky view cut,
And I woke up to the reality,
Was that a Bad dream of mine,
Or precognition of the present cruelty.
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