O Lord, what did you do Krishna? When did you gather this malice, this venom? This insatiable desire to win at all costs. You and I are humble cowherds, and when did you see a cow give anything but life-giving nectar?

Where is the honour in defeating a beaten man – a lone man, no longer a king, no longer the leader of the greatest army, no longer the friend of the great warrior Karna? You defeated a tired, beaten man, Krishna, and that too,  duplicitous means. What victory is that, Krishna? Wiping out an entire dynasty?
You say you are establishing a vast empire, the golden age. But look at your foundation – lies, deceit, pain and tears — a foundation lacking values like honesty, compassion and forgiveness. You hope to reap wheat when you sow nothing but Datura ( poison) seeds. I fear the future; it cannot bring happiness to us.

I am taking my plough. I hope to plant a few seeds of compassion, love, and honour and undo some of the inexcusable behavior we have displayed in the last 18 days. I hope I accomplish something before fate catches up with us. I want to give you blessings my younger brother, but my satchel is empty. I will pray for you brother, and your victors – may you all find some peace eventually.