The untamed world
Once in a wood a poor girl lived
Who didn't last to see what a car is
She neither knew nuclear weapons nor such
In her mind, everything was perfect.
She had enough food and shelter
And enough wood to defend the weather
No one would harm her nor would she did the same
So many like her lived in that wood untamed
Till new thoughts and philosophies poured as rain
And the untamed world of hers remains as a stain.
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