Make the arrow shot at your heart by
Mischevous creator as your pen to write an epic
Allow the warm tears at edges of eyes of
Your dame of compassion
To soak with Rasa
To Yield piles of golden crop
Create new India
Holding the pain that wrenches your heart
Hiding the forest fire in your heart beneath a smile
Feeling public weal as fruit of your scholarship
Deliver pots of Rasa and pieces of art
As the faces of ages dazzle.
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