Mahabharat in English rhyme

In forest deep, the elders tread, Their hearts resigned, all grief unsaid. The world dissolves as fate unwinds, Through Mausala, time’s wrath reminds.

The mighty fall, the Yadus wane, Destiny carves its solemn chain. The path was set, no mortal stays, Through Prasthanika, all fades away.

With steps so firm, the king withdrew, To heavens bright where virtues grew. One by one, the journey ends, Through Swargarohan, the soul ascends.

The gates of light, a final call, Where Dharma reigns, divine for all. Through trial and loss, the tale completes, A cycle closed, where time retreats.

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Е-книга: 14 април 2025 г.