Chapter 1:17,18 When Krishna blew his conch, all the senior leaders too began blowing their respective conches. This shows how deeply connected and synchronized they were as a
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Mother, your children are like birds,
Their wings have fluttered into the distance.
Mother, to the bright and native chamber,
Soon we shall return once more.
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