Those who loot sand and stock somewhere to sell
are sure to knock at the doors of the hell.
Badain Jaran has dunes
abound with howls and tunes.
Send the thieves there to hear their death-knell.
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The sand become the precious commodity in Singapore, when Malaysia had stopped the sand export to the republic, which is hardly a few kilometers away from Malaysia. Thinking of our situation in India, we may think 'what is wrong with this?