The Mahabharat, a tale of yore,
An epic saga, forever to explore.
A tapestry of life, woven with divine threads,
Where heroes and sages walk, where destiny treads.
A hundred festivals of tales, in vibrant array,
The Mahabharat's wisdom, in our hearts will stay.
A throne of Hastinapur, the coveted prize,
Where dharma and artha, in tangled webs lies.
Kama whispers softly, in every heart's ear,
While moksha's distant call, the wise ones hear.
Kurukshetra's field, where the war drums did beat,
Where Krishna's sacred words, Arjun did greet.
The Gita's timeless wisdom, a guiding star,
Lighting the path of life, both near and far.
Munindra's pen, bridges the time's vast sea,
Rhymes sing of an age, when gods walked free.
