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Fragrance to gold, fruits on cane plant,
To sandalwood nor flowers sent,
To learned, long life nor riches,
Alas, there was no one to lease
To Creator some commonsense on rent! 
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Tongue-in-cheek |04.01.2023| Humour 

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam.  The poet here takes an imaginary trip to the time of Creation, and points out to some lacunae in creation, to wonder in the end if there was any one to give some common sense to the Creator!  I would rather feel, God should have given men good sense not to give any unwanted advice. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:

Gandhah suvarne, phalam ikshu dande, na aakaari pushhpam khalu chandaneshhu |
Vidvaan dhanaadhyah na tu deergha-jeevee, dhaatrih puraa kah api na buddhidaa abhoot ||

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