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When it comes to soulless peace That a lifeless stone defies Indra, the king of Heaven Spurned by a woman Suffering from the toils of fate He, cursed as it is But still on the run, wherever there is, Ahalya, turned into a stone By her husband For the sacrilege of looking upon Another’s face as there is A life full of fervour, A house full of life, Lying life-less in the course of life’s journey Is it towards heaven or hell? Woman, will a house 319