Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Oh lotus womb of my civilisation.
On your petals shelter drops of identity.
Worshipped and blessed by all Avataras.
Witnessed by Bramha Vishnu Mahesh.
Not now but since the times of yore,
Battles have been fought on the fields of souls,
Krishna has always shown his true self,
Thus ends the unwritten Chapter of The Bhagavat Geeta.
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