The poem "Fakeer of Jungheera as a Love Story" by Henry Derozio is about a cashmerian girl named Nuleeni who falls in love with a fakeer. They express their affection for one another until danger arises and the fakeer protects Nuleeni by hiding her in his arms. After their time together is cut short, Nuleeni is filled with sorrow and clings to the fakeer at his funeral, remembering the blissful hours they spent together in the past. She maintains hope for the fakeer and remembers their love.

1. FAKEER OF JUNGHEERA AS A
LOVE STORY
NAME :- SHEIKH NUSRATJAHA R.
SEM:- 1
ROLL NO. :- 32
ENROLLMENT NO. :- 2069108420180047
EMAIL ID :- NUSUSHEIKH1@GMAIL.COM
SUBJECT :- PAPER NO:- 4 (A) INDIAN WRITING IN ENLISH
- PRE INDEPENDENCE
BATCH :- 2017-2019
SUBMITTED TO :- DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH , MAHARAJA
KRISHNAKUMARSINHJI , BHAVNAGAR

2. Introduction
 • The fabler of named is a poem by Henry
Derozio. He was born on 18th April , 1809 in
Kolkatta. At Bengal he was a lecturer and
poet.
 He is considered to be an academic and
educator during his time literary movement
of Bengal renaissance was undergoing.

3. Fakeer of jungheera as a love story
•Love ranibow gleamed along the blackening sky.
•Though for one moment then its hue might fleet.
•That one would make being sweet.

4. Nuleeni's beauty
 Behold a young cashmerian girl o with cheek of
rose and neck of pear.
 The smile comes form her ruby lips like the sun
rushing form eclipse.
 Sure social love dwells not beneath the skies or it
is like the bird of paradise.

5. Affection between characters
 "0 God !And am I here she Cried one more in these
beloved arms and do I in thy besom hide
 From danger safe and kiss thy feet since now the
hour of feat is o'er.

6. Sorrow and suffering
 Like a pale flower brides the funeral pile
 "The gaze of all is on her these she stand."
 "This diamond tears is in her eye, she madly clings to his
embrace."

7. Her hope for Fakeer
 “Nuleeni's eye is not upon the dead
to one after her parting houghts have
fleadi And she remembers now the
blissful hours That flaw on odorous
wings in those bright bowers,where
east she met him! Love is elysian
beam". "His eye though softed into
love far from the mildness of the
dove".

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