She crossed the plains and the verdant meadowWhispered a prayer under the shade of a treeHer gait, now tired and slowHer hands heavy with baggage three.
Uneven breathing; no help at sightThe sweltering afternoon turns deaf ear to her miseryHer hope shriveled with weariness and thirstFrom the curse of her life, she wanted to be free.
She struggled to walk into the yonderTill she fell unconscious again;She looked at the sky with wonderWhen her senses got revived in the rain.
The petrichor was the balm to her acheShe picked her baggage and began walkingWhen someone called her from the backShe saw a lad in her direction, running.
"Miss, may I be of some help?", he askedShe nodded as he took two bags from her handAmid drizzles and the long journey, they talkedAbout everything in each other's world.
In a few hours, they reached the destinationShe bid goodbye to the guiding spiritWith him and the Divine, she felt a vivid connection"I am blessed forever", she finally believed.
Note: This is a ballad. Ballad is a poem that is typically arranged in quatrains with the rhyme scheme ABAB. Ballads are usually narrative, which means they tell a story.
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