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One fateful morning, Nal was wandering through a blooming orchard, singing the words of love in his heart. Intermittently, he would gaze at the empty sky, but in his heart, he stared deeply, in love, at the empty portrait of his queen that adored every wall of his heart. Gazing southwards, he noticed a flock of ordinary swans flying towards the orchard. Among them was a peculiar swan, its wings draped in gold, feathers as white as snow, and its eyes sparkling like multicolored gems. Locking its eyes with the curious prince, the swan separated from the flock and began to descend towards the orchard. Prince Nal was eagerly waiting its arrival.
"Is that a bird? Is that a celestial messenger? Or is she a divine angel herself? It flies like a bird, but it resembles a perfectly chiseled artwork from a piece of snow-white marble. Its eyes resemble the gems gifted by the churning ocean, and it has a peculiar glow around its golden wings. A truly extraordinary swan," – the prince thought, his curiosity heightened as the swan drew closer, almost within his reach.
"Is this the happy omen I have been ceaselessly seeking?" – he pondered, his heart throbbing with optimism, and decided to investigate further. Swift as a panther, the prince leaped toward the descending swan and gently caught it in his hands. Holding the swan in his large yet soft palms, the prince took a closer look at the beautiful bird. And the swan began to sing a song of love.
"Spare my life, I implore,
I carry the whispers of lore.
From the south of Vindhyas, I took to the skies,
And there I beheld her, a sight to mesmerize.
She's beyond words, she's Glory's very essence,
A missing piece, destined for your presence.
With joy in my heart, I flew to the North,
Over hills and rivers, carrying hope's worth.
In these orchids, I glimpsed your love filled stride,
Longing for Damayanti, your Love, your Guide.
Into your hands, I landed, completing the puzzle,
For the union of the peerless, let the world's blessings drizzle.