With the beautiful morning sun rise,
The handsome lad had left his village far behind,
Feeding the jackals the previous day,
Doing the traditional rituals and asking god's favour in every way.
He had a long way to move,
It seemed impossible with little water and food,
As his destination was far apart,
To cross the thar(deasert )was quiet a hard,
It seemed he was gambling his life,
But his blind love took him far and wide,
He knew true love never dies.
For the route he was not a stranger,
He had smuggled cloves with the help of rangers,
He crossed the dry land with his camel on command,
But he was very unlucky to be seen,
To catch him the security person were keen,
By the night he reached his beloveds den,
Bleeding was his leg, because of the bullet of secutity men,
Fell in her arms and kissed her hand,
And hidden by the dark took her to his land.
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