A golden veil glistened on my eye
No plant, no rye
As far as an eye could stretch
All one could see, was a blanket of gold
Arduous travellers in search of shade
Among Arabian sands,
Every flicker of hopelessness entered
Sand was but, ubiquitous
As we looked on listlessly,
Reminiscing auld lang syne,
Aura of roses, jasmines, and marigold
The wind of sand blindfolded us with its pinching arms,
The arid weather was but a devil,
With all its might, it trapped us in a plight,
A predicament no greater,
Had put up a blight,
Putting up a ruse of mirage,
A raging heat had now risen
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