Mahabharat in English rhyme

In Shanti Parva, truth was sought, By Yudhishthira, with wisdom fraught. To Bhishma's counsel, deep and wise, His words, a fountain that never dries.

On arrows' bed, with steady breath, He spoke of Dharma, life, and death. The king's great duty, just and strong, In Bhishma's words, it lived so long.

Vidur’s tales and sage’s way, On righteous paths, his thoughts did stray. Through justice, virtue, noble creed, Bhishma spoke—peace the world must heed.

Anushasana’s lessons, vast and bright, To guide the soul in Dharma’s light. With Bhishma’s end, his wisdom soared, Pandavs learned what fate had stored.