Mahabharat

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In ancient land of holy Bharata,
Lies a tale of warriors, valor and fate,
Mahabharata, epic of great weight,
A saga of love, hate and celestial state.

Kuru dynasty, blinded by greed,
Striving for power, fueled by envy's seed,
Five noble Pandavas, destined to lead,
Against hundred Kauravas, they would proceed.

In royal court of Hastinapur,
Duryodhana's jealousy begins to stir,
Pandavas, exiled, face trials unsure,
Yet Krishna, divine guide, would help them endure.

Arjuna, skilled archer, with bow in his hand,
Battles in Kurukshetra's barren sand,
Wavering in duty, he seeks Krishna's command,
Bhagavad Gita, wisdom expands.

Great battles fought, blood soaked earth,
Heroes and villains, proving their worth,
Eternal lessons, from every birth,
In Mahabharata's intricate tapestry's girth.

Karna, noble yet born in low caste,
Fighting with honor till his very last,
Draupadi, steadfast through adversities vast,
Her courage and resilience forever shall outlast.

Bhishma, the warrior with his oath,
Fights for Kauravas, bound by his troth,
Yet truth and righteousness never clothe,
He falls on bed of arrows, true hero untroth.

Yudhishthira, wise and just,
His test of integrity, a moral thrust,
Dharma triumphs, in truth we trust,
Victory in goodness, he would adjust.

The great war ends, a kingdom won,
The price of power, forever undone,
Mahabharata, epic of honor and sun,
A timeless tale, in us it lives on.

Through drama, devotion and divine might,
Mahabharata shines eternally bright,
Lessons of love, duty, wrong and right,
In this epic, wisdom takes its flight.

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