Battle

Everyone in life’s web
Fights like Abhimanyu,
Caught between weapons of word and silence

Amidst my own people,
I too battle in a war of closeness and conflict.
The word relationship itself feels like a spectacle
In my stories,
And in the stories of my bonds,
I often cease to end

If the Gita is truth,
Then in every age,
A Mahabharata is essential for the establishment of dharma.
To protect the dignity of truth,
Standing against one’s own is not helplessness,
It is righteousness.

Inside, torn by inner conflict,
I tremble like Arjuna’s wavering hands holding the Gandiva.
In the clash between duty and worldly attachments,
I have always found myself wandering.

The greatest religion of all
Is to stand and Fight for the right
The choice is ours to write stories or become stories.