Bleak sky, muddy water
Only eye-catching sight
Was the lights of the factories
Which were poisoning
Rupsa.
Deceased eve
No romantic at all
Chaos of political slogan
Raped the symphony of the waves
Yet buddies considering it lovely
Took selfies
Titanic-posed
Some smoked:
Smoking can soothe
Me, this restless world
Or not?
I thought.
Besides my gal would be mad!
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