This

———this is Abhimanyu. This is the roar that has never faded.

In the womb, he heard the tale,
Of spinning death, a warrior’s trail.
Young in years, but fire in soul,
He walked alone to a battle's toll.

No map back, no guiding hand,
Still he rose like flame on sand.
He fought not for fame or crown—
He fell, yet never bowed down.

Not a boy, but destiny’s lore,
Abhimanyu—song of the war.

He stepped forward—knowing only part of the way.
He entered the spiral with half a map and a full heart.

And so must we.

In a world that tells you to "be certain,"
He whispers—"Just be courageous."

When your path is incomplete,
when your skills feel unfinished,
when the odds are unkind—
Go anyway.

 Let his fire live in you.

Let your every fall become a battle cry.
Let your unfinished story become a legend in motion.

 

Let the ink of our ancestors awaken your soul.

Every thread, a tale. Every design, a dharma.

Next time you wear Niimaih… remember Veer Abhimanyu.