This feeling that has no words
Resting so gently in my mind
This darkness that sees no end
Surely must know dusk from dawn
By the field of Kurukshetra
The wind whispers in my ear
And its voice will I hear
Till I die
These strings that sound so mellow
When will they ring out at last
This barren field, this frozen lake
Will see the sun and live again

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