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Magpies musing to get money, Mock at misers sans magnanimity. Lands laugh at those that wend Their way mumbling: my land, my land. Lover, at the lady-love’s spouse, Proud, playing with the love-child in his house. Death scorns, laughing aloud At the battle-scarred king in shroud. _____________________________ Translation |07.08.2024| free verse, fun The Sanskrit verse: arthaah hasanti uchita- daana viheena lubdham bhoomyoh hasanti mama bhoomih iti bruvaanam | jaaraah hasanti tanayaan upa-laalayantam mrtyuh hasati avanipam rana-ranga- bheerum ||

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Date: 8/26/2024 9:10:00 AM
Battle hardened we seem, fighting for our rights and in every land , all seem alike. Sir Aniruddha, show me perfection. Namaste' I hope I used the apostrophe well. Poignant poetry. I Am Anaya
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