Which is in the pursuit of many years
Something matched
Bishwamitra's position also slipped
Menkar's trick.
King Shantanu overwhelmed by patriarchal love
Bhishma became the deity in giving alms
Seeing the Holi of your blood
Maharathi's grandfather was voluntarily cremated.
Today in Ekbati Payes
No sweet smell
The invisible color of compassion or interest
Just see.
My great objection to compassion
Give me unconditional release from this.
On my rice plate in the bone-chilling winter
Slightly mustard paste leaves
Today I do not see expensive food
That sweet genuine intimacy.
I know he won't come back all-day
Sometimes I want to go and sit on the bank of the river.