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In a moment eyelids move, closed eyes open just as the lotuses bloom in a pond bearing a slight smile on the 'lips' on getting the touch of the sun's rays.
With the removal of the swoon the team moves away from the pearls, the king too changes his place fearing it does not happen again......!
Then, with no excitation in his throat, with quivering voice choked with emotion and subdued tone, with wet eyes and hands closed, bowing, the potter says: 'Lord! the fault may be pardoned! You are king, merciful! We are subject deserving mercy, you are protector, we are children ! This is your treasure. your nearness is our only refuge.
You were vexed due to my absence. Lord, it will not get repeated again, remain fearless." Saying thus, he fills the pile of pearls in the bags with his own hands
216 :: Silent Soil