Years ago a beautiful girl in her late twenties,

With a handsome youth in his early thirties,
She was Miss Right with her Mr. Right,
Both were talking on the topics unconcerned,
No talks of wedding and awaited night,
While leaving the garden Miss right just turned,
Pushed down his face and kissed Mr. Right.
Then bloodshed forced the couple to migrate,
Beard of the youth was completely white,
They came back in the garden so late,
He turned, embraced and kissed Miss Right.
They had come for a visit of holy places,
Tears washed her eyes, once again so bright,
Could the time go back with the lost graces!
Pilgrimage of Miss and Mr. Right!

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