There he stood, lost, suffocating in tight grip of dilemma twisted around his heart squeezing the life out of him,
Shoulders of sarvshreshtha dhanurdhar were getting weak, ready to be swallowed he put down his weapons,
This was no ordinary battle, not for the treasures, not for a throne, not for a piece of land,
at war with the self, he was breaking apart.
The charioteer showed him the way, the beginning, the middle, the end of it all,
Those with love in their heart and devotion in eyes saw his cosmic avatar,
Shoulders of sarvshreshtha dhanurdhar were getting weak, ready to be swallowed he put down his weapons,
This was no ordinary battle, not for the treasures, not for a throne, not for a piece of land,
at war with the self, he was breaking apart.
The charioteer showed him the way, the beginning, the middle, the end of it all,
Those with love in their heart and devotion in eyes saw his cosmic avatar,
From the nothingness to the infinity, in the good, in the evil, Lord Krishna resides in all,
The natkhat makhan chor see's the Arjuna in us all, just call onto him with love, he will steal away all your sorrows, mellow sounds of kanha's flute will resonate in your heart.
The natkhat makhan chor see's the Arjuna in us all, just call onto him with love, he will steal away all your sorrows, mellow sounds of kanha's flute will resonate in your heart.
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