Lover’s Pilgrimage
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Love is like a pilgrimage
Where lovers wish to go
They adore the loved one
With whole hearted flow
They have a distinct faith
In their love and its way
They erect a pretty statue
To talk to it night and day
They think and feel love
Every time without a fail
They watch desired face
Even in the infinite trail
Always busy in idle thoughts
Their imagination flies high
They find cure of their pain
In their burning blazing sigh
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