योद्धा

True men truly live life; the world belongs to the brave.

Men live for honor and glory; the world belongs to the valiant.


Mother Goddess, You bestowed this life upon me; my very existence is dedicated to You.

Life begins with You, and its ultimate end, too, is in Your name.


I inherited the spirit of a Kshatriya by tradition—a legacy honored in words alone.

Yet, I delved deep into the mines of true valor, discovering that self-sacrifice is the ultimate goal.


Ego, pride, arrogance, haughtiness, beauty, illusion...

Life, contemplation, detachment—these remain; but the physical body does not endure.


In this realm of illusion—where questions and answers reside—the world is but a beautiful dream; the body is merely a fleeting companion.

Love, maternal affection, and compassion—these are the scattered fragments that constitute a life story.

If compassion, mercy, and charity remain, then it is truly a life lived; otherwise, it is nothing more than a tattered, empty sack.

टिप्पणियाँ

एक टिप्पणी भेजें

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Fire-born

चित्र
Fire For Reason   Three I have never felt alone, She was with me from birth, a stranger but a companion     She gave me recognition, accepted me along with my virtues and vices, she was a divine power, she was steadfast, never wavering, she herself will always be my respect and honor Her identity was revealed without her knowing, that moment was fleeting, from then on my eyes only water in front of her, even if words are lost, I will not be able to fill her I appeal to her to be with me forever, she is creation, strict, divine, intuitive, virtuous, cruel, loving. It is always a blessing to be with her. The last word in my mouth will be hers, that I may again be a model of your alchemy.
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Chatrapati

चित्र
                 Chatrapati   I now witness all those things against which my mother had cautioned me since my childhood. I know that I was born of her womb, and I offer my deepest gratitude to that noble mother—the one who, from the very moment of my birth, instilled in me a true sense of my identity. How could I ever repay the debt of her tears? It is a debt I could not settle in this lifetime, nor even across countless lifetimes to come. How shall I ever discharge this obligation to you, Mother? I am ever conscious of your grace; may the shadow of your benevolence and your boundless love forever rest upon me .  She taught me; she raised me; she showered me with love and cared for my every need. Above all, she taught me to care for the *Rayat*—the common people—for they are our true parents, our very world. She taught me that our existence is not a mere charade, nor is it meant for the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures t...
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