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A woman peeks through the door, lifting her hair away—soft arms trembling in fear or passion. The beloved arrives.
The warrior lifts the elephant and throws it down, showing strength equal to clouds thundering over mountains.
Despite all spiritual efforts—digging temples, worship, kings’ service—I found no treasure. O desire, abandon me now.
The monstrous darkness at midnight—like a demonic buffalo—rises from an abyss, its breath shaking stars and skies.
With Hammira gone, the world is like a temple without deity—a stage without hero, dimmed, hollow, and leaderless.
A wise king is like a skilled gardener—removing, planting, trimming, nurturing all types of people (like flowers), maintaining harmony and order with ...
The wise extract thoughts from the garden of the mind, stringing them into garlands of poetry within books—attaining the ultimate bliss of refined exp...
The curves and soft tremors of a youthful woman resemble Varanasi for the mind—sacred, sensual, and symbolizing transition from childish play to matur...
She is adorned with peacock plumes, emerald bangles, and sandalwood paste—her lotus-like face framed in beauty, like the radiant goddess in a dramatic...
Once admired by playful maidens, now the mango tree, once lush with flowers, is stripped and unnoticed—symbolizing fading beauty or abandonment.
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