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From one tree come various sacrificial tools—likewise, from one man arise both good and evil. A lesson on human potential and duality.
Born in the same lake, you rose as a lotus of beauty, while I roll in the mud like trampled weed. A poetic lament of fate’s partiality.
Though in the same bed, facing away in pride, the couple still loved each other. A mere glance ends the ego-spat, leading to joyous embrace.
Despite attempts to please his sulking beloved, the lover is ignored. Yet she watches him stealthily, showing that love hides behind anger.
Sharing a bed with two women, one asleep, the man reaches out to the other in desire, causing a subtle chaos. A poetic depiction of passion and secrec...
One day I found a priceless gem, now it appears worthless. Such are the fluctuations of fate. To whom can I even share this?
Even one day spent without dharma scorches the heart like being looted by robbers—so intense is the regret for a life misused.
May the sun, even briefly seen, protect us. For it burns in one eye when fierce, and brings light when gentle. An ode to the power of Surya.
From the same family are born both a coward and a hero, just like a single tree bears both fruitful and barren branches.
Amidst useless birds and beasts on Malaya hill, if one cuckoo sings, the world reveres the sandalwood nearby. Quality shines even in a crowd of medioc...
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