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Karna’s earrings, dazzling with colorful gems, seemed to host beauty itself. But their radiance eclipsed even conch and treasure, making even divine g...
The woman from the Pandya region wears fragrant garlands, sandal-smeared necklaces, and carries offerings in soft hands. Her playful beauty is adorned...
Even a boastful, vain man sitting on a silver throne can be defeated by one who has shed pride. The spiritual fire burns brighter than material arroga...
In the Vindhya forest, a lion saw no joy in a lotus, water, or even sacrificial offerings. In his wild state, all beauty appeared meaningless.
O Lord, make me a bee on your lotus feet! I seek nothing else—no songs, no gifts, just the bliss of your presence. A prayer of singular devotion.
What is not royal play for the bee? A palace becomes a flower, dust becomes fragrance, even the soft bed of lotus petals is his throne.
The cheek wounded by teeth marks appears redder than the lips. A garland of coral-like bite marks decorates the youth’s face—proof of passion’s intens...
The doe-eyed girl, bathing in the pond, drowns in sorrow from separation. Her delicate body disappears into the mud. The cry “Hari! Hari!” escapes her...
O beautiful one with lotus eyes and jeweled ears, who wouldn’t feel bliss seeing you? When death looms, even the blade waits. Why then do you hesitate...
Why hoard fickle wealth like water droplets on a lotus leaf? Fame, though hard-won, is more stable than money or life itself.
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