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When a village is destroyed and people leave, jackals reclaim it with howls — once lively, now lifeless.
The lotus of fortune blooms under moonlight — a coral-like conch emerges from the ocean, radiant and rare.
Her rising face, fragrant with sweat and playful brows, reveals bashful passion. Her glances resemble milk foam waves.
Eyes are of four types — bright, straight, curved, and red — each reflecting a different emotional temperament.
Eyes shine brightly with friends, become tender with sons, curve with lovers, and turn red with enemies — all emotions reflected.
The small-minded cannot tolerate the rise of greatness — like a moth rushing to burn in a bright flame.
One who touches a lamp with champaka flowers stains it with soot — pure acts must be matched by pure intent.
Though radiant, if abandoned by the wick, the lamp becomes ugly — beauty without support loses charm.
The moon scatters darkness, approaching swiftly — like the divine face of Indrani glowing with light.
Women adorned with gold abandon even precious ornaments in love’s presence — such is passion’s abandon.
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