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Singing the glory of Him
Who split the
bird's bill and kill'd
And Him who pluck'd the wicked demon as
a weed;
Girlies all reach'd
the site of deity;
Venus ascended and Jupiter, had slept
sunk;
Birds too clanged
behold, belle gild:
Thy eye, is a la
flower or deer flirting?
Yet asleep in bed,
Enjoin to dip and
shiver in bath cold;
Shed off thy
stealth untold
This day
is auspicious, consider our damsel.
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In your backyard garden pond
Lotus hath opened its petals benign;
Lily hath closed its petals as
a cone;
Lo! Brick power hue attir'd
White-toothed monks are afoot
To trumpet conch in their temple divine;
Vouched to arouse us,
pompously you mouth
Vivacious your tongue lassie unabashed;
His eye is a la lotus; and arm a hillock fine
Toting conch and wheel that shines.
Arise, sing! Listen and consider, our damsel.
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“Hey, tiny parrot, yet asleep;”
“Don't shriek, girls! I have come”
“Thou are adept in
essays,
Erelong thy tongue we know”
“You are eloquent or
let myself be;”
“Lo! Would 'st thou move out soon?
What's that special in
thee?” ”Have all come?”
“Have come, count thou apprehensive”
We will sing the Elusive
Who had crush'd the tusker mighty massive
And shatter'd hostile; listen and consider, our damsel.
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