Bhojaprabandha 26_97

26_97

'Your Majesty, slaying a son is never for one's good.'
... And moreover, upon his being slain, those great heroes, deeply dear to the old king Sindhula, who presently obey your commands, will destroy your city just as oceans with towering waves drown a city. Even though your roots have been established for a long time, the majority of the townspeople consider Bhoja alone as king. Furthermore, even if there is meritorious deed, injustice surely plunders wealth, just as a strong wind extinguishes the flame of a lamp filled with oil.