Following the winds without a thought,
Wanders thirsty a traveler in the drought.
Mirages play a deadly symphony,
Traveler thinks, \"At least the winds accompany\".
Persists the traveler for as long as he can,
Before the heat clutches him in its fangs.
Losing all the hope he had,
Faints suddenly the poor lad.
Thinks in his last breadth about how stupid was the idea to travel the world,
He could had a great life with her love who had hair curled.
Wakes up the young traveler in a tent,
And thinks is it afterlife, where am I being sent?
To his surprise a man tells him he was found,
On route of a caravan to the south.
The kind people give him food and give him water,
Asking him to come with them if there is no home he could go after.
Declining the help he tells about the maiden with curled hair, g
Right after gets scolded about what is his business here,
When there is a women awaiting his return out there.
Abiding the suggestions of the kind caravan,
The traveler takes the path to his home.
He had his share of adventure,
Now he thought, how to please his angry and sad mistress when he sees her.
On the way he came upon ashore of the sea he once ventured,
And by luck finds an oyster ashore.
The traveler happy returns to his maiden,
To tell her the tales of his adventures untold.