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LORD KRISHNA THE AMBASSADOR

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It was when the epic Mahabharata war was all set to begin:
Lord Krishna was sent by Yudhishtir, the eldest Pandava
To try and talk to the Kauravas-for a peaceful solution-
Though vengeful Draupadi was dead against a peace accord.

The all-knowing Lord Krishna, though aware of the outcome,
Went anyway to discuss peace with the over-ambitious king Duryodhana.

Though the arrogant king warned his courtiers against showing respect to Krishna,
He was the first to stand up sheepishly when the smiling Lord set foot in his presence.

Lord Krishna charmed everyone in the palace with his Divine charm,
But Duryodhana refused to give even a pin-prick area of land to the Pandavas
In spite of words of wisdom and caution from his own sagely elders.

Thus the Lord Krishna, who had ordained such an outcome, returned smiling
To announce the war.








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