Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.
When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.
Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.
Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.
When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.
Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.
Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.
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