The Tempest of Arjuna and the Crimson Field of Kurukshetra
Afflicted by Karna’s relentless assault, Dhrishtadyumna’s spirit faltered as the vigor of battle deserted his weary frame. Speaking in a feeble voice to his faithful charioteer, he confessed, “My hands and legs tremble in distress. The strength of my body has departed, and my mind no longer obeys my will. Your counsel is wise. Drive…
