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BAHUBALI (A SOLILOQUI ) ( While on way to the forest )
LAKSHMI CHANDRA JAIN
I have turned my back On the world of conflict Of passion, of hate, of anger, Of greed, of deceit... It hurts to think that I should have been the epicentre, The cause primaeval, of all this strife
STRIFE’, did I say ? Ah, it was the very doom, The enveloping gloom Thickening and thickening Around the arena.
Gleamed only the Cakra, Standing steadfast in attendance To think of it is to fall In the bottomless crevices... To think that the Cakra was hurled By Bharata, my brother My elder brother My dear elder brother, Respected and revered, More so, in the absence of The father Tirtha ökara Adinātha Whose Samavasara na the holy refuge
of the afficted, Breathes and instils peace, par excellence.
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