Fortune Hunters

Inclement weather stalk the horse riders, Unprotected they move with the street traffic, While the stormy clouds play in the backdrop, Teasing the cycle rickshaws and the tram cars; A touch of adventure in body move, Seek yellow metal trail to the valley, Wish to camp on river beds panning sand, In the gold rush with pure lust for quick wealth; Followed by the outlawed treasure seekers, Living of the land in their killer’s joy, Gun trotting masqueraders on cold tracks, Heat up the riches race for a lion’s share.