Three Poems

        -Disease-

 Adolescent youth to my heart

   was a gift from God

 There was a lot of beauty

   This body is the soul of the chariot

    Strong as a lion

 The moment God turns away

   Know the disease.

        -Beggar-

 By earning while young

   I was Kuber

 It is easy to win someone's heart

   Chokuli wanted

   The stomach was hanging

 Because of the sudden reversal of time

   Became a beggar.

    -Poison and Nectar-

 This body is like the mouth of a chariot

   Fall poison and nectar

 Sometimes caught and sometimes hired

   Hobaru fell to the ground

   Someone follow me

 Not adapting to the situation

   The roads are steep.

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