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BHIM FINISHES DURYODHAN

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The great war of Mahabharat had entered the eighteenth day;
Many were the thousands that had to with their lives pay.
When the Kaurava army was almost routed, Duryodhan was offered,
A last chance for victory by dueling in single combat, any Pandava  he preferred .

Thus was fought a great duel between Bhima and Duryodhan with mace;
When Lord Krishna noticed that the powerful Bhima was losing pace,
He signaled him to hit Duryodhan in the groin, which was his only weak spot;
The rest of his body with mother’s blessings was like unbreakable iron wrought.

Thus the mighty Bhima gave a powerful pelvic shot,
 The powerful Duryodhan fell dead on the spot.
The fall of Duryodhan then brought the war to an end,
The Pandavas became the victors as the Lord had reckoned.

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