An actress decries her fellow artist in secret.
A leader criticizes his rival in public.
A painter probes his fellow painters’.
But the public admire theirs without reservation.
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A girl is a mango infantile,
That tastes in pickles.
A lass is about ripe mango,
That tastes in curries.
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Let love be a sport; failure will not upset you.
When it is held as a battle, failure will slap you.
When it is a war, failure will stab you.
Yet, the scar of the war is worth bearing.
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The woman loved at first sight
Will fade away on long run.
In her place would come the one
In neglect gaining momentum.
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Sakuntala was most beautiful.
No heroine was as beautified as she.
Poet Kalidasa was at his best
When he wrote of Sakuntala,
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I love you
for a long time.
You don’t know
how long I love.
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To lift a kite above the ground
There must be, close to the ground,
A swift of air and a tilt of the kite.
Then it flies on the wind’s might.
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A short blouse, low cut skirt,
belly open beyond navel,
a sash worn across the breast,
the most sexiest dress
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To get aroused you should bring
To your brain an image of a heroine.
Otherwise there is no arousal
Even when in act with a corporal.
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Libido is meant to release through the coitus.
Love and courtship to an extent, meet it.
But much of it is released through grief
Or in longing and pining love lost
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