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Her soft arms covered in goosebumps, fingers moist and trembling from love’s fever, touch the beloved’s hand like a red lotus grasped by an elephant—i...
From roots to crown, the hairstyle with twisted curls, the neatly tied lower cloth and cascading locks defines the eternal, celebrated beauty of young...
From root to tip, the ashokas bloom in crimson-red. But their beauty only adds sorrow to hearts of youthful maidens, mirroring their emotional state.
From root to tip, you alone among the finest aloes possess divine fragrance. Yet, your union with snakes (symbol of harm) leads travelers to death—bea...
Thorny from root to tip, bearing scentless flowers, no shade, no fruit—such is a barren, harmful tree. A metaphor for lives devoid of virtue and chari...
From ocean to mountains, let poets comment freely. But only I have truly tasted the sweet, rich flow of language—a claim of poetic superiority.
A deep arrow wound, clutched tightly by the archer, causes unbearable pain. Yet through sheer courage, he bore it till the skin itself tore.
There is no end to desires, even beyond death. Only when aligned with truth does the heart transcend worldly longing.
Her lotus-like feet stir the muddy waters, foam mingling with tears—reflecting the chaotic sorrow and longing like a broken moon’s reflection.
The rising of her chest from breath, breaking eye contact, the flutter of lashes, and tears—all symptoms of a shattered heart.
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