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Blessed are those who carry their children on their laps, hear their babbles, their reasonless smiles, their soft speech—so delightful that even their...
Let there arise a hero capable of facing everything—from the breast-waves of Ravana’s queen to the celestial torrents—be it mountain, sea, or the divi...
She speaks like a cuckoo, looks like a deer, moves like a swan, sparkles like lightning, and tastes like the moon’s nectar.
O deceiver, speak as you like, but do not deny your betrayal—this living mark upon my life proves your disgrace.
In spring, adorned women with golden girdles and necklaces, weakened by Cupid’s pride, steal men’s hearts with force.
I cling to the lotus feet of Ganesha, the support of the world—touching even their dust removes all obstacles.
She spent the day leaning in the garden’s corner, pretending playfulness, and now in tears, she watches me silently—what will she say?
Beneath the mango blossoms, covering herself with a torn veil, the girl trembles with sobs—her breasts heaving with restrained pain.
If water in a pool does not dry, it indicates indigestion; such water should not be drunk.
Be lazy in vice, harsh in disciplining ego, silent in gossip, and active in remembering Hari—convert faults into virtues.
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