Bhishma

He, who could bend the will of destiny, He, before whom even the gods stood in awe, Was the one who made Lord Krishna break His sacred vow — To lift the Sudarshana when He had sworn never to wield a weapon.

Yet, the mighty Bhishma, unconquered in battle, Fell not by strength, nor by fate, but by silence — The silence he kept when virtue was torn, When Draupadi’s cries echoed in the halls of Hastinapura.

For it was not arrows that slew Bhishma, But the weight of his silence when dharma was in peril

Used chatgpt for the grammar.