om om om
shri krishnen subhadraaye garbhavatyenirupitam
chakravyuh praveshasya rahasyam chaatudambhitat
abhimanyu stitho garbhe dvivedyanaanayuto shruno
rahasyam chakravyuhasya sampurnam asatyaatavaa

yadaarjuno gatoduram yodu samshaptadaisah
abhimanyum binaanaanyah samardyovyuhabhedane
bheditechakravyuhepi ataev vibinevaa
paarthaputrasya ekaaki kaurave nigurnevatah

Om, the breath of existence, the sound of the void,
Krishna, to Subhadra, the womb's secret deployed.
The Chakravyuha's riddle, a labyrinth of might,
whispered to life, in the burgeoning light.

Abhimanyu, bound to the womb's hallowed space,
heard the tale of entry, the art of the chase.
But the words of the exit, a truth left unheard,
a journey unfinished, a destiny stirred.

When Arjuna departed, to battle afar,
leaving Abhimanyu beneath a lone star.
No other could conquer, the weave of the fight,
only he, the young hero, ablaze with the light.
The Chakravyuha breached, a moment of grace,
yet alone, the young warrior, met the harsh embrace.
Of the Kaurava forces, a merciless tide,
where valor was tested, and futures did hide.