It was like riding a vehicle
Without break, and wheels punctured,
Grease drained, and oil turned Sticky-black!
How mercilessly his domain collapsed,
Himself devastated in measures
Beyond human imaginations!
One thing that pacified him is
The ungrateful negligence of fellow beings.
Though presence was unseen,
Owing to reasons foreseen,
Things all reflected in a better scene.
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