Zarasandh and Zoroaster
One is king and another is the founder of religion,
Don't think between two one is as lion
May be true or not, both are one kind of juggler.
They had many achievements and still exist which are sublime
From past to present they make tune in the cymbal of time.
Countless people have fallen as fallen leaves
Nobody knows where they're
But both of them still touch us like monsoon air.
The breaths and hymns of those are still in the ether
And those who can engrave their names onto the star
They're remarkable to us era by era as juggler.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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