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THE GLORIES BHARAT: where Ashoka you and I were born !!

 The Sky was raining vengeance and wrath,

The bows, spears, maces, all in haste,

To wound, to kill demolish and destroy.

The heavy crash and clank of weapons,

The Battle cries, and cries of pain,

The animals added their trumpets and neighs.

While all that was alive battled on, 

With might, vigor standing ground, 

the wounded and killed lay all around. 

On the ground shrouded in gloom.

lay scattered mutilated human forms,

listless dead, and half-dead corpses.

Streams of blood and clotted pools,

Vultures, hyenas, foxes, and even rats,

Biting, gnawing, and chewing on the rotting flesh on bones.

Fathers and mothers who lost their sons,

Wife's who lost their husbands,

Children who lost their parents too.

Searching among the scattered flesh, 

trying to find and match body parts.

of the last remains of the beloved ones,

Standing on the battlefield seeing all this,

The emperor - suddenly was all alone and fully lost, 

No men, no weapons,  no formations there,

Nither the enemy nor the Empire to be seen!

with a Clouded mind, and glassy-eyed,

He stood in a stupor, numbed and stunned,

all around the theater of war,

slowly distancing like a wild dream !!!!

Unarmed and helpless on the battlefield,

Depressed, desperate, and disillusioned too,

tired and blank he stood alone,

Yes indeed, the Emperor was all alone, 

despite the empire being mighty and great !!!

But this battle's ghastly sight.

Set a mighty empire right,

The Emperor went back,

a changed man, a man of wisdom 

A man with a mission & vision - of peace !!!!

He stopped all the battles, and stopped all the wars, 

Propagated peace far and wide,

The Empire - a living lesson for the world !!!

Proud and blessed to be born,

in a nation so great and glorious too,

Here were born: Ashok, you and me !!!

My country - Bharath great and ancient,

The proud and ancient mother of civilizations,

A universal guru - SARHYAMEVA JAYATH  (Truth alone triumphs) !!!!!

- BG

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