Recursion and Arjuna...
He asked the machine
How beginnings are made.
A function called itself,
And old paths replayed.
The future wore yesterday's face.
His memories were pointers,
To moments long gone.
Each thought called another,
Each dusk summoned dawn.
Like arrows returning,
His past carried on.
Like functions unfolding,
His fears nested deep.
Each layer held truths
He had buried to sleep.
He searched for the base case,
As Arjuna faced his doubt.
Then came a pause
Between thought and deed.
Kurukshetra rose within him,
Where doubt challenged creed.
Not every old pattern
Deserved to run twice.
Then wisdom spoke softly,
Like Krishna's counsel of old.
The knots in his thinking
Began to unfold.
He chose a new pathway,
Where fear lost its hold.
Now each time he returns,
He brings something new.
The past is still written,
But it no longer runs him.
Gandiva rises; his doubts fall away,
The same battlefield, a different day.
P.S. Arjuna questioned. Code computes.
The heart transforms. Recursion remembers the path between.
18.10.2026
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