Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Blood, sweat and tears, the battle-wounds of this trite transient life
Every mortal breath births death - when time its poison arrow shoots
Kurukshetra past and present - the kind and killing field.
Knowing Krishna's smile - just wile awhile the sting of strife
Hari from harm to harmony uplifts - Immortal is Love- He flutes
Brindavan future - when flowering humanity divine fruits yield!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
