Every poem we passionately pursue as the fuse wire of Ashokas blossoming Red
Being but that Bharata banana tree planted where Shakuntala first bled
Kambakth Champak- you yet flower by her laugh
Worship, verily, its own Nandi calf.
Envoi-
Prince! Because Bhartrhari's School fees were an axe to the forest of his Mother's Youth.
Imbibe, vernal Bakul, Wine as eternal Vatsalya's e'er temporary Truth.
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