The travellers saw
An empty lane
In front of them,
It was dull and monotonous,
They tried hard to avoid the lane,
But in vain,
The pilgrims were compelled accept it
To reach their destination;
Then at the end of the day
Glorious thing happened,
As they found a wonderful lane for them,
There the great soul was waiting
To greet the travellers with magnificent garlands.
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