YAYATI ( the cursed prince)

Why am I telling my story? I do not know.

I am the king, why am I saying this? Am i king Yes! Happens.

People listen to the stories of kings and queens with great interest. If in their love story

The world feels so sweet. The big poets work on these stories.

My story is a love story! Who knows what kind of story it is!

There's nothing like piercing a poet, Hem knows, but only

I have not been able to tell the story of a king. This story

At the root there is no pride, no ego, no display. Sheyachi

They are; What's so significant about a goat's head? ”

In the womb of the king, I came to him, I became king, I lived to be king.

This is not my fault. Hitanaparuya Nahushmaharaja's grandson Parme Varanemala was born.

Given. I sat straight on the throne at the request of the Father. What's so great about it?

People also admire the poetry sitting on the top of the palace!

If I was a prince, I would have become a sage, but how would my life be?

Is there Autumn dances are like moonlit nights, or autumn blinds.

Like night? Who to tell? Would I have been happier to come to the ashram?

Yes! I can't find the answer to this question. Only one thing - stay

Comes to mind. Maybe my life story would have been so simple - one

And so on. He came to the realm of monarchy with many colors and different styles.

Never comes; But I don't like all the colors.

As such, I am inclined to tell my life story, right? Or

What is the motivation behind the trend? The wound was exposed and shown

The grief was light. Someone sat down and asked, "Does it feel good today?"

This is not the first time that I've seen this kind of thing happen.

Want air?

Whatever it is. One thing is for sure. My heart is full of this story!

Like this cloudy sky in hope! I am thinking day and night. Hee

Listening to the story, one will see the article in the way of life, I will tell it in time.It is a matter of caution; But that's all! Immediately

I think this is a good deception. this Mohanekayam's stigma

Who doesn't know the story of the lunar moon? In this case, it is possible to get rid of it

The last Indra got the blessings of Sahasar Bhaga, what does the world not know? The world

Mistakes, hears about mistakes, but doesn't learn! Every human life

In the end it becomes a little wiser; But it is not the other person's fault, but his own

Wounded. It came to my mind, वाटते I mean, what to say is yours

Strange story? Lots of flowers bloom on the valley, some of them are dedicated to the gods.

Become seated. They get a lot of money. Some Phulerani's haircuts

They increase the day. The various luxuries on the stages of the palace are yours

The twinkling eyes see. Some flowers fall into the hands of a crazy person. He

णा ध The same goes for the people who come to this world

Are. Some become long-lived, some die prematurely; Someone's glory

Climb to the top; Someone falls into the valley of poverty. Someone hurt, someone hurt!

Someone bad, someone good! But in the end, they all blend into the flower soil. In their yam

That's all there is to it. Do all these flowers ever tell your story? Then the man

Why should your life be so important?

In the past, in the future, this is life! In the darkness of the present

Sounds too scary. Somewhere in the moonlight

Arrives at this step. People who do not follow this path

Parvasa is what we call life.

There are a few things that have happened in my journey.

Maybe this is my delusion! But I think that's true. Childhood trials,

Adolescence, adolescence, and adulthood

All were one; But today's situation is a bit different than theirs. The same

He is living in the body; But what he did not see, he has seen.

Why isn't Savannah so blind - the temptation to tell her own story

It is getting annoying.