Sanskrit modern poetry

Modern Sanskrit Poetry 1

In the past life, you were the blooming magnolia in the ancient temple

I collected your withered petals and offered them to the Buddha

< p> Year after year

But I never lingered by your side

Until that windy and cold rainy night

You withered sadly, after you withered sadly

I just realized that

I missed the most beautiful face in the world

It was not the petals that withered

It was you who couldn’t see each other. The sorrow of falling in love

The longing every night as spring passes and autumn comes

In this life, you are the summer lotus blooming by the Ganges

I take it away Put the crystal clear lotus seeds in your clothes

Day after day

But I never listened to your call of joy

Until the morning when the tide comes

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You go with the wave, after you go with the wave

I just remembered

The prayers I have been waiting for for countless reincarnations

What's crystal clear is not the lotus seeds

It's the joys and sorrows of seeing you again but not knowing each other

The flowers blooming and falling, the bitter longing

I'm asking in the Sanskrit music Answer

Could it be that love must be written with regret?

Pain must be accumulated over time

Buddha smiled while holding flowers

Wrong, right, grudges and resentments in the world gather together. Scattered, they will wither.

Because of this withering, our obsessions

will be perfected in the cessation of life and death

Despite this withering, withering It's so beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble

It's so beautiful that it makes people love and pity Sanskrit Modern Poetry 2

Here

A psychedelic yellow cabin

Lying gently In the arms of the wheat field

Waiting for death

The walls are full of proud sunflowers

Here

The golden color surrounds the whole The world

Also

Surrounds the tomb of the sun

I am madly in love with colors

The flames bursting from the canvas

Squandering the dye of life like this

I am a madman

I am also a genius

Al’s night is always so pure

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The wheat waves vomited blood

The moonlight sobbed and sang

In an instant

The stars grew like grass

The sky keeps cracking

And all of this

is as silent as night

I smell the fragrance of the earth again

And listen To a series of resurgence of life

The bloody wheat flour dances in the wind

They

became my last masterpiece

< p> A life like my painting

Layers of unfolding and layer upon layer of pursuit

Oh, whose call is so peaceful to my ears

His appearance Like a crying child

My half-open eyes smile quietly

Autumn is dead

"Brother, take me away quickly"