Whispers of the Gita

On the field of Kurukshetra, where destinies clash, A warrior stands torn, as hopes begin to crash. With bow in his hand and doubt in his heart, Arjuna looks for guidance, afraid to depart. In the chariot of wisdom, Krishna takes the reins, With words like a river, washing away pains. “Fear not, noble seeker, for the soul cannot die, In the cycle of life, we rise and we fly.” Each verse is a beacon, illuminating the way, Teaching us to act without longing for pay. The nature of duty, the power of choice, In the silence of battle, we hear the true voice. From karma to knowledge, the essence unfolds, In the heart of the seeker, a treasure of gold. To live in the moment, with purpose and grace, Embracing each challenge as a part of the race. So, walk the path gently, with love as your guide, For the spirit within you is vast and wide. In the dance of existence, find harmony’s song, In the wisdom of ages, we all belong. **Sloka:** "सर्वधर्मान्परित्यज्य मां एकं सरणं व्रज। अहं त्वा सर्वपापेभ्यो मोक्षयिष्यामि मा sucah॥" (Abandon all varieties of religion and just surrender unto Me. I shall deliver you from all sinful reactions. Do not fear.)