THE RED CITY


Rising from a mount of dead

A sibling of 12 looked below

For he is now on the Red City


Came earlier than many

He saw skulls, bones, blood,

organs, all over the ground

Which looked like WWII


Slowly descending from the pile

The city all red

Even it's Sun & Moon

ALL RED


Heat burns his skin

Wiping sweat from his forehead

It gets hotter and hotter,

and hotter, and hotter, and hotter


Staring at the fellow

Tall, looking below, to him

"It's all your fault", He said,

"It's all your fault".


"What I do?", asked the sibling,

staring at the grin of the fellow,

Looking confused and enstranged,

As the fellow laughed.


"Let me introduce myself",

said the fellow grinning,

"I'm Satan", He replied,

"And you are in hell"...



HARESH DASWANI

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