The poor animal runs for its life
The wonderful fragrant musk it has
As itself a blessing comes to as a curse
The killing sprees in jungles a threat
The Deer musk an endangered specie
A great specie of having importance
Survival through the threatened enemies
The poor animal wonders, what for
I carries, the fragrant musk not my fault
Please spare my life and may live here.
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