The Mahabharat, is an ancient tale of yore,

An epic saga, forever for humanity to explore.

Sabha Parva: The Justice assembly hall high,

Yudhishthira's throne, where justice meets the eye.

In Indraprastha, a palace so grand,

Built by Maya, with celestial hand.

Sage Narad arrives, with wisdom to share,

Teaching governance, with principles so fair.

Yudhishthira's Rajasuya, a conquest so wide,

Brothers in four directions, kings to abide.

Jarasandha falls, and captive kings are free,

Krishna's plan unfolds, a hero's destiny.

Duryodhana's envy, a heart full of pain,

Bhima's jests mock him, a sorrow to gain.

Yudhishthira gambles, loses all in a night,

Exile awaits, a bitter, sorrowful sight.