that is the need of the hour, folk.
that kurukhetra is alive,
appears to be alive,
that panchajanya is blowed,
is heard so by all,
that gandiva arrowhead is sharpened,
appears to be in the process of sharpening,
that an arrowhead reached the foot of
grandpaapaa Bhisma,
and he releases a wry smile.
and that Lord pull one rein mildly.
again mildly reprimanding Partha.
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