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And so the Night Time beckons

The Stars to fill the Palodrome

It is another thing that the failed light

Is Illuminated by the Night Time

A Shooting Star comes crashing in the Desert

The People are Scared and gett into their Houses

The Goats are amused

The Camel is Interested and

The Sheep are Bleating

To be heard

The Ironsmith ventures

Warned by his Counterparts

At the Heavenly Fire

Not to Go near

The Ironsmith touches the dust and takes the Pellets

Starts making a Scimitar

The Whole Village rouses to the Rumour

About It

The Ironsmith was Chastened

To keep the Scimitar in a Holy Place

As the Star Dust has Fallen from the Heavens

Very amused

The Scimitar

Villagers Started to believe will

Bring Rains after

Six years in the

Desert

The Scimitar was

Glistening

But

Was

Gone

And there were

Murmurs

About

Theft

While the Ironsmith

Was busy making

Another

This time

There was a Crowd

And Someone

Was Praying for

Rains