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Kagga again


ಹುಲ್ಲಾಗು ಬೆಟ್ಟದಡಿ ಮನೆಗೆ ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆಯಾಗು
ಕಲ್ಲಾಗು ಕಷ್ಟಗಳ ಮಳೆಯ ವಿಧಿ ಸುರಿಯೆ
ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಸಕ್ಕರೆಯಾಗು ದೀನದುರ್ಬಲರಿಂಗೆ
ಎಲ್ಲರೊಳಗೊಂದಾಗು – ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ
I don't know why I remembered Kagga again. This morning I felt like reading all the kaggas and ruminate on them. How consoling they are! Just by reading those lines, I feel like I get answers to all my questions. Just felt like sharing this pearl from Mankuthimmana Kagga. Reading Kagga is like taking a headlong plunge into the memory pond to a time when I vociferously read those lines to soothe my mind. Even the plunge does not cause a ripple in the waters of mind, instead it calms the mind. 

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