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Whether it's Varaha lifting the Earth or Rahu devouring the moon, the cosmos remains full of awe-inspiring wonders; each act—sustaining, destroying, l...
This path shown by the wise—like Chanakya and others—is a treasure trove of knowledge, leading the way for seekers of ethics.
The noble display a strange hardness—after doing good, they keep distant, fearing even gratitude may become bondage.
This waistband, your first confidante in love, rests unconscious beside you, still echoing love's secret vibrations.
Though frail and pale, she carries bridal ornaments and flowers—her inner sorrow contradicts the outer festivity of marriage.
She with wide, trembling eyes and ample breasts walks gracefully, yet lethally steals my life—my beloved, my death.
These pearls rolling on her neck are not just ornaments—they are virtues, pure, playing upon the creeper of joy.
This is Mayadanava’s daughter, who now bows before you—the victor over even divine lords—what more can Ravana’s wife do?
Let eloquence suit only noble minds; the wise seek meaning, not flair. Words without virtue don't impress the intelligent.
This endless belly becomes the grave of pride; kings like you cannot endure crooked glances even for a moment.
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