The whole lot was outstanding, no trace of complication,
The maiden swollen with pride travelled furiously,
The passengers' hearts beating faster than common,
Being a fraction of evidence inside the womb of history.
Touch of coyness on her cheeks was not in attendance,
Rather dancing with a towering head on the water,
Utterly oblivious of the black hand of chance,
The infernal being is getting ready to batter.
The water scheming with the ice-berg devoured her in totality,
The crowded planet will laze on the ocean floor for eternity.
It's about the Titanic.
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