“I have not even touched paper, nor have I even taken a pen in hand. In the Bhṛṅgadūta, only the Lord of mother Sītā has spoken.”

— Rāmabhadrācārya

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Masi kāgada chūyo nahīṃ kalama gahī nahiṃ hātha ।
bhṛṃgadūta mahaँ saba kahyo eka jānakīnātha ॥

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Masi kāgada chūyo nahīṃ kalama gahī nahiṃ hātha ।<br/>bhṛṃgadūta mahaँ saba kahyo eka jānakīnātha ॥

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