Mahabharat in English rhyme

The Mahabharat, is an ancient tale of yore, An epic saga, forever for humanity to explore. A tapestry of life, woven with divine threads, Udyoga Parva from Sections 141 to 196 treads.

Krishna revealed his cosmic form so vast, Yet still, the Kauravas clung to the past. Back with the Pandavs, peace hopes fade, As armies gather, war lines are laid.

Bhishma Parva (Sections 1–75) aligned, At Kurukshetra kin’s clashed with revenge in mind. Arjun, seeing his kin, is torn apart, His bow slips down with a trembling heart.

Krishna then speaks, the Gita is born, Guiding the soul through duty and scorn. With Dharma as chariot, and Krishna the guide, Arjun stands firm, with justice his stride.

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