Dancing in the beats of a blowing tune,
Jannet stood on the hot baked dune,
With sun on top and sights blurred,
Energy drenched with gushing blood,
She prayed all the time foe rescue,
She missed her town hall queue,
Searching the bottle for a drop of water,
Thirsty throat acquired no wet shelter.
Mirage drove her away from her path,
Away in the middle with drenching sweat bath,
Now she cried for the sight of people,
She could see her garden tree of apple,
Jannet stood on the hot baked dune,
With sun on top and sights blurred,
Energy drenched with gushing blood,
She prayed all the time foe rescue,
She missed her town hall queue,
Searching the bottle for a drop of water,
Thirsty throat acquired no wet shelter.
Mirage drove her away from her path,
Away in the middle with drenching sweat bath,
Now she cried for the sight of people,
She could see her garden tree of apple,
