In this, tales from Mahabharata are sung as a ballad and one or two ep...
Once upon a time, in the ancient land of Bharata,
Where valor and valorous deeds were sung with great data,
The tales of Mahabharata were passed down through ages,
Epics of love, war, and wisdom, filled with countless pages.
On a moonlit night, in a village so serene,
The villagers gathered, their hearts ready to convene,
They sat around a bonfire, their eyes full of delight,
As a wise bard stepped forward, ready to ignite.
He strummed his tanpura, his voice low and deep,
And began to sing the tales that would make the villagers weep,
He sang of a great warrior, Arjuna, with his bow in hand,
Whose valor and skill were known throughout the land.
The first episode he chose was the one of the great archery contest,
Where princes from far and wide came to prove their prowess,
Arjuna, disguised as a Brahmin, stepped onto the stage,
And with a single arrow, shattered the competition's gauge.
The villagers listened, captivated by the bard's tale,
As he described Arjuna's skill, never to fail,
They marveled at his bravery, his unwavering aim,
And how he won the heart of Draupadi, a love that would forever flame.
The second episode he chose was the one of the dice game,
Where the Pandavas were tricked, their fortune turned to shame,
Yudhishthira, unable to resist the challenge, played the game,
And lost everything, even his brothers and wife's name.
The bard's voice trembled, as he described the Pandavas' plight,
Their exile to the forest, their battles, and endless fight,
The villagers gasped, their hearts aching with sorrow,
As they heard of Draupadi's humiliation, a pain they couldn't borrow.
The night went on, and the bard sang more tales,
Of Krishna's divine intervention, and how Dharma prevails,
He sang of Bhishma's sacrifice, and Drona's tragic death,
Of Karna's loyalty, and Shakuni's deceitful breath.
The villagers sat there, mesmerized by the ballad's might,
As the bard sang with passion, his voice taking flight,
They laughed, they cried, they felt every emotion,
As the tales of Mahabharata unfolded with devotion.
And as the night came to an end, the villagers were grateful,
For the bard who had taken them on a journey so beautiful,
They thanked him for his songs, for the tales he had shared,
And hoped that the stories of Mahabharata would always be revered.
For in those tales, they found wisdom and inspiration,
Lessons of love, sacrifice, and determination,
And as they dispersed, their hearts filled with the epic's might,
They carried the tales of Mahabharata, shining like a guiding light.