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When I thought about the world from inside a squalid gutter;

with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,
I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished
paper inhabiting every prevalent street.
When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky;
circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures
projecting in scores from its trajectory.
When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable
depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching
me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of
land soaked in slippery liquid.
When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert;
sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people
sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun.
When I thought about the world languishing in an island of
redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose
tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every
organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of
When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of
firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding
intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with
individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs;
every time they felt the urge to speak.
When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands
of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me
from pragmatic reality,

I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate

residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly
refraining to shine.
When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden
within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless
clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children
scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets;
instead of using plain paper.
When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense
forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the
bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps,
I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with
rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of
conventional plaster.
And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in
the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually
putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious
synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived.