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SEEKING LORD KRISHNA'S HELP FOR THE WAR.



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With battle lines now drawn firmly for the Mahabharat war,
Both sides were now seeking support from near and far.
Thus Duryodhana the Kaurava, and Arjuna the valiant Pandava ,
Both travelled to Dwaraka to seek the help of the king, Sri Krishna.

On seeing their friend Krishna enjoying a nap on a bed,
Duryodhana , waiting  for him to rise, sat near his head.
However, the humble Arjuna thought it fit,
To sit in respectful patience at Krishna’s feet.

Hence,when the wily Krishna opened his eyes after his rest,
It was the pious Arjuna at his feet that he happened to see first.
Thereafter, after understanding his friends’s requests for help,
His army he offered to one, and to the other his non- combatant self.

Arjuna, given first choice, opted for the Lord without hesitation,
Duryodhana who got the army was foolishly in delighted excitation!
Little realizing that the trump card was now with the Pandavas,
That the death knell had already started sounding for the Kauravas.
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