The howling wind echoes at night,
The sand dunes get strewn apart –
The wind watches the sinful sight
Of the agonising particles humming the tune of Mozart…

The surroundings are unimaginable!
Nature’s creation has been lost at last,
But the wind continues to blow unconquerable
While the blinded sand particles stand aghast.

Victorious, the wind takes the stride of pride
And blows far away from the site of destruction.
Wounded in unison, the lovers take their final stride
To breathe their last, touching immortality in passion…


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