The fourth number is insects

The sage is burning in Babu's living room — I am sitting next to him, like Mosaebi. Babu is telling the story of the faction, - I am sleeping on opium. I have increased the level of chatiya in the party. Code! One of the consequences of the eternal interaction of this whole universe is that in the nineteenth century, Kamalakanta Chakraborty will take over and tonight Nasiram will increase the level by sitting in Babu's living room. So what I can do, I do otherwise.

I saw an insect coming and circling around the lantern. "Cho-o-o-o" is sounding like "bau-o-o". I thought to the opium, I do not understand the language of the insect? I listened for a while and could not understand anything. I said to the insect in my mind, "What are you shouting, I do not understand anything." Then suddenly I got the ear of opium prasadat or I heard the insect say, "I am talking to the light - you shut up." I then quietly listened to the insects. The insect says:

Look, Mr. Alo, you were good in the old days তে to adorn the whole lamp on the brass pillows — we would burn and die at ease. Now you have entered the sage again — we are wandering around. we can't find a way to enter, we can't get burnt.

Look, we have the right to be burned to death — our eternal right. We are an insect race, burning to death in the light of the East — when no light has forbidden us. Oil light, lamp light, wood light, no light ever forbade. Why are you covered with glass, Lord? We are poor insects why is the law banning our commemoration? Are we Hindu girls that can't be burned to death?

Look, we have a lot of differences with a Hindu girl. Hindu girls do not want to be burned to death when they have hope, but they are burnt to death. We are only willing to sacrifice ourselves all the time. Compare women with us? Like us, when women see the flame of form burning, we jump and burn to death, they too burn to death. But look, that's it. The result is the same, - their happiness in burning, - what is our happiness? We just burn to burn, die to die. Can a woman? But we do not compare them? Listen, if I did not pour the body in a burning form, then why this body? What about other creatures

By the way, I can't say that, but we are insects, we can't think why

Body? - What do I do? I always kiss the honey of Kusum, I always kiss the world

I walk in the radiant sunlight is there happiness in that? The same scent of flowers, the same sweetness of honey, the same kind of genius of the sun. Is there a way to live in the old, diversified world? Come out of the glass, pour the body into the burning flame. Look, my begging is big and small - I will give my life to you, won't you? I will not accept the offer. But what is the harm? You were born in form, burning, I was born in insects, burning; Come on, let's do whatever it takes. You keep laughing, I burn.

You are world-destroying there is nothing in the world that can stop you — you

Why are you hiding inside the glass? You are the cause of the speed of the world - you are afraid of the dome

Hiding inside? No, the dome is built on the dome? In which dome have you been buried? You're the world, can't you see me breaking the glass? Are you I don't know, I don't know — I only know that you are mine

The object of desire is the shelter of my world of meditation-sleep dream-life hope-death. When I don't know you don't ask the nation — the day I know, the day my happiness will go. Whose happiness is knowing the nature of the desired object? Can't i see you How long will you be in the glass? I'm glass

Couldn't break? Stay well — I won't leave. Coming again - wife-o-o

The insect fell.

Nasiram Babu called out, "Kamalakanta." I began to realize what he was saying, and from now on I began to realize that man is just an insect. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that, and I'm going to be able to do that. Wherever I go, I don't get it. I come back again and again. I come back again and again. If I didn't have glass, the world would burn down for so many days. If all religious people could see religion like Chaitanyadev, how many people would survive? Socrates, Galileo was burned to death in the glass. Thousands of insects are constantly burning and dying in the fire, - I see with my own eyes. The burning of this fire is described as poetry. Duryodhana burned the insect by creating the value of the Mahabharata, and an incomparable book of poetry was created in the world. The song "Paradise Lost". The unique poet of Dharma-Bahni, St. Paul. Bhog-bahni insects, "Anthony, Cleopatra". ‘Romeo and Juliet’ in Rup-Bahni, “Othello” in Jealousy. The senses are burning in Gitagovinda and Vidyasundara. Creation of Ramayana for burning of Sitapatanga in Sneha-Bahni.

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