yatra yogeśhvaraḥ kṛiṣhṇo yatra pārtho dhanur-dharaḥ tatra śhrīr vijayo bhūtir dhruvā nītir matir mama
Wherever there is Shree Krishna, the Lord of all Yog, and wherever there is Arjun, the supreme archer, there will also certainly be unending opulence, victory, prosperity, and righteousness. Of this, I am certain.
. A drop of drizzle dances on the music of thunders. Falls quitely over the marmoris ocean, deeply absorbing the sediments of benthic sea. The yellow speck at the centre of ocean stares the pri- stine blue sky. The raindrops bou- nce back to another world after reflecting. The amaranthine sky is melting, quenching the thirst of earth and soil. Perfuming the pink and white bloss- oms.
Reviving the scars by the fa- lling rain Drop- lets Reminising the old era. The float- ing Boats in the muddy water that Hides Seve- ral wis- hes of pure he- arts.
The handprints made by the drops on the diaphanous glass effacing those imp- urities. Ripples incarn- ate the circular droplets to the rhythmic rhapso- dies.
The gentle fog invades along with the petrich- or. The sand mixed with natural elixir and the won- drous sun gives life to those dorm- ant seeds.
The lightn- ing acco- mpany the rain to glisten its trail to another new wor- ld. The thu- nders peeping from the clouds shake the hard cumbe- rs to purify the lon- g tracks adoring them w ith the serene, silvery dew.