In a quiet home where shadows play,A snake moves silently, in the light of day.With sticks, they hit, a strong fight,Scared hearts, in the snake's sight. But on Shiva's sacred stone,A different scene, a well-known tone.Milk is given, a kind act,Respect shown, an ancient fact. Life's stage, a detailed page,Actions resonate, from age to age.Honor isn't just for you alone,But for your role,...