Kya Sahi, Kya Galat: The Eternal Dance of Dharma

In the tapestry of life, woven with threads, A question persists in the hearts and the heads. Kya sahi, kya galat, a puzzle untamed, Dharma or adharma, in shadows unnamed. In the dance of existence, morality sways, A spectrum of choices in life's intricate maze. Arjuna in turmoil, a warrior's plight, Kurukshetra's battlefield, veiled in moral light. A hungry soul, desperate for a morsel's grace, Steals to survive, a world in embrace. Is it adharma's echo or dharma's call, When survival's the answer, morality may fall? Karna, noble-hearted, yet destiny twined, With Duryodhana, where loyalty's bind. Is it right to stand with shadows dark, Or wrong in allegiance, where virtue embarks? Eklavya, in sacrifice, a teacher's demand, His thumb surrenders to loyalty's strand. Dharma's weight on the scales of respect, Yet echoes of injustice quietly reflect. Parshuram's dilemma, a mother betrayed, By filial duty, a path that he laid. What is right when choices collide, In the tapestry woven, where shadows reside? Kya sahi, kya galat, the eternal debate, In the corridors of conscience, where destinies await. Dharma and adharma, a dance profound, In the heartbeat of existence, a rhythm is found. In the twilight of questions, where answers may part, Seek the truth within, let introspection start. For in the symphony of right and wrong's art, Dharma and adharma find a home in the heart.