Many a script,
Many a gift,
Did I present to you.
You paid me nil.
Acceptance by you,
A forbidden soul,
Itself is the token
Of remittance.
However, I want
From you a memento
To show to others
Your love for me,
Without which
What is love worth?
Give me your fallen hair.
Give me your bitten nail.
Bharata was
proud of
Rama’s love
by his sandals.
21.04.2002, Pakd
In the epic Ramayana, Bharata
brought the sandals of his brother, Rama, to keep them as the ruler of the
kingdom in the place of Rama, who, denouncing the throne, went to the exile.
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