White Swan of Mahabharata

Once there lived the wicked Kauravas. They cursed the Pandavas, waging cruel war. Just as today, such was their nature. Creating Dhritarashtra's blind strict daddy's core. He ordered the conch to sound, To strike the foe with fear. Arjuna too was a mighty Panda. Of the sifted of his royal line. With him flows his friend and driver, Krishna, the charioteer, guided through the fight. Calming the eager horses, keeping them alive. But the demon Is both of them. said among the foes. His father is his man, son, brother, Teacher. Hands iron the line to kill them all Was fate. To fight, to send their souls to Another circle depths. I see a sign, Krishna, a dark sky. A black swan floating as the clouds pass by. I won't destroy my kin for any price. A king I am, not a wanted saint with Cries. I don't desire earthly bread or Life. "You speak in sorrow," Nakula Replied. "But the hour of grief will never arise when There'll be neither you nor them, Nor me, the world, and all will simply cease To be. And never will another morning light the sky." What is not will never come again. What truly is exists enduring pain. Who says, "I kill, I kill, kill, kill once More," knows not the sorrow of the circle's four. I've seen why a daddy carries Pain. You hold the anthem, never falter this. Live as a Kshatriya, fulfill Dharma's bliss. Don't seek your honor, for it feeds your hurt. Killers know your weakness, take the fort and hurt. Lay on the right path, that's what courage is.