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21/07/2024

The Indian community in Australia, though a minority, holds enough sway to catch the eye of major political parties. Celebrating our vibrant cultural festivals in an Anglo-Saxon dominated society comes with its own set of challenges. A few years back, my family and I attended a Diwali night, a blend of celebration and political posturing. Amidst the songs, dances, and speeches, the hosts' relentless quest for applause highlighted the futility of seeking external validation. True contentment, I realized, comes from within, not from the desperate claps of an audience. For the full story click the link in the comments.

08/07/2024

Whispers of Attraction

Rivers whisper secrets to the sea,
Their journeys etched in gravity,
Flowing down from mountain peaks,
Seeking oceans where their essence speaks.

Flames dance skyward in a trance,
In a tender, ancient romance,
Drawn to the sun's eternal fire,
Ascending higher, ever higher.

Rocks that tumble from their height,
Succumb to gravity's embrace so tight,
Returning to the earth's warm hand,
Finding solace on the land.

Spirits yearn, with hearts aflight,
For divine realms bathed in light,
Longing for a sacred bond,
In realms that lie beyond, beyond.

In nature's course and human heart,
Attraction plays its timeless part,
Binding all in unseen chains,
Through joys and sorrows, losses, gains.

In every flow, in every rise,
In earthly falls, in starry skies,
The pull of love, the force unseen,
Weaves the tapestry of dreams.

08/07/2024

The natural world is full of examples of the law of attraction in action - rivers flow to the sea, fire rises towards the sun, and spirits are drawn to the divine.

04/07/2024

Bird Flu plandemic in full swing in Australia. Restrictions on interstate movements have started.

02/06/2024

Why did Bill Gates cross the road in India? To find a cow that not only doesn't emit methane but also knows how to code! ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ’ป

But seriously, it seems like Bill might need to brush up on his cow-ology and maybe even take a crash course in Indian and African societies. In these cultures, cows are the backbone of rural economies, providing milk, labor, and even spiritual significance. It's like they're the original all-in-one package: transportation, food, and a source of income, all rolled into one moo-ving marvel! ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŒ

So, while we're all for innovation and finding sustainable solutions, let's not forget to appreciate the cultural and economic importance of cows in these societies. After all, they've been the original "Microsoft" of rural life long before Bill Gates ever thought about methane emissions! ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ„

And speaking of Bill Gates and Prime Minister Modi, did they discuss ways to reduce methane emissions when cows have been a symbol of wealth and prosperity in India for centuries? Maybe next time, they should consider a more "udderly" fantastic solution: a cow that codes, provides milk, and emits rainbows instead of methane! ๐ŸŒˆ

07/05/2024

Bharat General Elections 2024 results Hung Parliament or Simple Majority for BJP-NDA alliance? Please comment.

Today, we celebrate the power of womanhood in all its forms. To the trailblazers, dreamers, fighters, and peacemakers โ€“ ...
08/03/2024

Today, we celebrate the power of womanhood in all its forms. To the trailblazers, dreamers, fighters, and peacemakers โ€“ your strength shapes our world. Let's honor every achievement, big or small, because every step forward is a victory. ๐ŸŒโœจ



Here's a vibrant and inclusive painting celebrating International Women's Day. It showcases the beauty and unity of women from different racial backgrounds, portrayed in a mix of traditional and modern attire, reflecting the rich diversity of cultures around the world. The background's burst of colors symbolizes the strength, beauty, and diversity of women worldwide, creating an atmosphere of harmony and empowerment.

๐ŸŒโœจ Breaking down barriers at the  ! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ India & South Africa take a bold stand on global trade, agriculture, & fishing...
28/02/2024

๐ŸŒโœจ Breaking down barriers at the ! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ India & South Africa take a bold stand on global trade, agriculture, & fishing. Their powerful collaboration is setting the stage for a fairer trade future. Dive into the heart of the action here: kesarijournal.com/2024/02/29/wto-conference-india-south-africa-trade-discussions-2/ ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ช

In the heart of a bustling WTO Ministerial Conference, delegates from India, South Africa, and other nations engage in intense discussions over global trade, agriculture, and fishing. This vivid scโ€ฆ

In a landmark judgment, the Supreme Court ruled the Electoral Bonds Scheme unconstitutional, emphasizing the right of vo...
17/02/2024

In a landmark judgment, the Supreme Court ruled the Electoral Bonds Scheme unconstitutional, emphasizing the right of voters to information over donor anonymity. This decision marks a pivotal moment in the global discourse on the balance between political funding transparency and privacy. Across jurisdictions, from the US with its emphasis on free speech in campaign finance to the UK's regulated party funding, Australia's cap on donations, and Canada's strict contribution limits, the common thread is the struggle to safeguard democratic integrity without stifolding political participation. India's recent ruling underscores the evolving legal landscape, spotlighting the need for transparency to uphold the foundational principles of democracy and human rights.

In a landmark judgment, the Supreme Court ruled the Electoral Bonds Scheme unconstitutional, emphasizing the right of voters to information over donor anonymity. This decision marks a pivotal momenโ€ฆ

10/02/2024

BJP considers Kiran Bedi for Punjab Governor role.

04/02/2024

In the land of five rivers, where the stories of valor and rebellion are born with the soil, a new saga unfolds. It's not the ballads of old, sung by the bards, but the tweets and reels of the new-age warriors - the social media influencers. These digital reel dabangs, armed with smartphones and the might of a thousand to millions likes, have taken upon themselves the noble task of enforcing law and order, one viral video at a time. And as they march forth, filters on and hashtags ready, the echoes of their bravery fill the virtual halls of Instagram and Twitter, leaving the actual halls of justice oddly silent.

Enter the scene: the AAP government, riding high on a wave of unprecedented public mandate. A beacon of hope for many, promising change, transparency, and a governance that listens to its people. Yet, as the plot thickens, this beacon seems to flicker and fade, turning against the very populace that once championed its cause. The irony? A government elected to serve and protect, now spectating as the influencers turn into self-appointed guardians of the realm. The people's representatives, it seems, have left the chat, leaving governance to those who govern the trends.

This unfolding tragedy - or should we say, comedy? - of errors and ego, where governance is outsourced to the influencers, and the elected turn into spectators, is a plot twist not even Shakespeare could have envisioned. In Punjab, where once revolutions were born from the ashes of oppression, the revolution now is live-streamed, hashtagged, and shared, for a fleeting moment of fame in the digital colosseum.

As the lines between reality and virtuality blur, one can't help but wonder: if an influencer breaks the law in the forest of social media, and there's no government around to hear it, do they make a sound? Or do they simply add a soundtrack, edit it for dramatic effect, and wait for the likes to roll in?

So here's to Punjab, where the digital and the political collide, creating a spectacle so surreal, it can only be true in the age of social media. A tale of irony, sarcasm, and wit, unfolding in the palm of your hand. Swipe up to continue watching the tragedy... or is it a comedy? Only time, perhaps the next viral post and arrest, will tell.

04/02/2024

๐ŸŽญ **Facebook: The Mind Reader That Clearly Isnโ€™t Reading My Mind**

Picture this: You log into Facebook, your heart brimming with hope for a feast of intellectual stimulationโ€”news, documentaries, a dash of multilingual zest. And what are you greeted with? A circus of what I can only describe as โ€˜entertainment gibberish.โ€™ Itโ€™s like expecting a gourmet meal and getting served a party-sized bag of unsalted potato chips. Delicious, right?

I specifically signed up for channels in English, Hindi, and Punjabi to smarten up my feed, but it seems Facebookโ€™s algorithms have developed a taste for the absurd. Theyโ€™re like that one friend who insists on ordering for the table and gets everything wrong. โ€œEntertainmentโ€? Sure, if by entertainment you mean a relentless barrage of content thatโ€™s as relevant to my interests as a bicycle is to a fish.

Whatโ€™s the culprit here? My name? My virtual circle? Or is it the almighty Facebook algorithm, with its mysterious ways of deciding what I should like, acting more like a pushy salesperson than a sophisticated AI? These algorithms, supposedly our digital cupids, seem hell-bent on proving that quantity trumps quality, pushing us into a monochrome world of content blandness.

You might wonder, whereโ€™s the beef? Whereโ€™s the substance? In this era where time is more precious than ever, shouldnโ€™t our online odysseys reflect our deepest desires and not the whims of an unseen code wizard?

Thatโ€™s why I find sanctuary in the realms of YouTube and Twitter, where the streams of content somehow manage to capture the essence of my digital yearnings. They get it. When I say I crave knowledge, Iโ€™m not secretly begging for a deluge of cat videos (no offense to cat lovers).

So, dear Facebook, this is a classic โ€œItโ€™s not me, itโ€™s youโ€ moment. Your algorithms could use a crash course in reality checks. Until then, Iโ€™ll be hanging out in places where my newsfeed doesnโ€™t feel like a wild guess in the dark.

Feeling the disconnect in the matrix? Are your digital reflections mirroring your true self, or are you being escorted down a bizarre path by algorithmic illusions? Letโ€™s raise our voices for a digital revolution, demanding platforms that cater to our authentic selves, not just the shadows of our data.

HUKAMNAMA ON RAM MANDIR, AYODHYA CEREMONIES TODAY----------เจธเจฒเฉ‹เจ•เฉ เฅฅเจ•เจฟเจ† เจธเฉเจฃเฉ‡เจฆเฉ‹ เจ•เฉ‚เฉœเฉ เจตเฉฐเจžเจจเจฟ เจชเจตเจฃ เจเฉเจฒเจพเจฐเจฟเจ† เฅฅ เจจเจพเจจเจ•  เจธเฉเจฃเฉ€เจ…เจฐ เจคเฉ‡ เจชเจฐ...
21/01/2024

HUKAMNAMA ON RAM MANDIR, AYODHYA CEREMONIES TODAY
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เจธเจฒเฉ‹เจ•เฉ เฅฅ
เจ•เจฟเจ† เจธเฉเจฃเฉ‡เจฆเฉ‹ เจ•เฉ‚เฉœเฉ เจตเฉฐเจžเจจเจฟ เจชเจตเจฃ เจเฉเจฒเจพเจฐเจฟเจ† เฅฅ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจธเฉเจฃเฉ€เจ…เจฐ เจคเฉ‡ เจชเจฐเจตเจพเจฃเฉ เจœเฉ‹ เจธเฉเจฃเฉ‡เจฆเฉ‡ เจธเจšเฉ เจงเจฃเฉ€ เฅฅเฉงเฅฅ
เจ›เฉฐเจค เฅฅ เจคเจฟเจจ เจ˜เฉ‹เจฒเจฟ เจ˜เฉเจฎเจพเจˆ เจœเจฟเจจ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ เจธเฉเจฐเจตเจฃเฉ€ เจธเฉเจฃเจฟเจ† เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ เจธเฉ‡ เจธเจนเจœเจฟ เจธเฉเจนเฉ‡เจฒเฉ‡
เจœเจฟเจจ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจฐเจธเจจเจพ เจญเจฃเจฟเจ† เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ
เจธเฉ‡ เจธเจนเจœเจฟ เจธเฉเจนเฉ‡เจฒเฉ‡ เจ—เฉเจฃเจน เจ…เจฎเฉ‹เจฒเฉ‡ เจœเจ—เจค เจ‰เจงเจพเจฐเจฃ เจ†เจ เฅฅ เจญเฉˆ เจฌเฉ‹เจนเจฟเจฅ เจธเจพเจ—เจฐ เจชเฉเจฐเจญ เจšเจฐเจฃเจพ เจ•เฉ‡เจคเฉ‡ เจชเจพเจฐเจฟ เจฒเจ˜เจพเจ เฅฅ
เจœเจฟเจจ เจ•เฉฐเจ‰ เจ•เฉเจฐเจฟเจชเจพ เจ•เจฐเฉ€ เจฎเฉ‡เจฐเฉˆ เจ เจพเจ•เฉเจฐเจฟ เจคเจฟเจจ เจ•เจพ เจฒเฉ‡เจ–เจพ เจจ เจ—เจฃเจฟเจ† เฅฅ เจ•เจนเฉ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจคเจฟเจธเฉ เจ˜เฉ‹เจฒเจฟ เจ˜เฉเจฎเจพเจˆ เจœเจฟเจจเจฟ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ เจธเฉเจฐเจตเจฃเฉ€ เจธเฉเจฃเจฟเจ† เฅฅเฉงเฅฅ เจธเจฒเฉ‹เจ•เฉ เฅฅ เจฒเฉ‹เจ‡เจฃ เจฒเฉ‹เจˆ เจกเจฟเจ  เจชเจฟเจ†เจธ เจจ เจฌเฉเจเฉˆ เจฎเฉ‚ เจ˜เจฃเฉ€ เฅฅ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจธเฉ‡ เจ…เจ–เฉœเฉ€เจ† เจฌเจฟเจ…เฉฐเจจเจฟ เจœเจฟเจจเฉ€ เจกเจฟเจธเฉฐเจฆเฉ‹ เจฎเจพ เจชเจฟเจฐเฉ€ เฅฅเฉงเฅฅ เจ›เฉฐเจคเฉ เฅฅ เจœเจฟเจจเฉ€ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ เจกเจฟเจ เจพ เจคเจฟเจจ เจ•เฉเจฐเจฌเจพเจฃเฉ‡ เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ เจธเฉ‡ เจธเจพเจšเฉ€ เจฆเจฐเจ—เจน เจญเจพเจฃเฉ‡ เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ เจ เจพเจ•เฉเจฐเจฟ เจฎเจพเจจเฉ‡ เจธเฉ‡ เจชเจฐเจงเจพเจจเฉ‡ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจธเฉ‡เจคเฉ€ เจฐเฉฐเจ—เจฟ เจฐเจพเจคเฉ‡ เฅฅ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจฐเจธเจนเจฟ เจ…เจ˜เจพเจ เจธเจนเจœเจฟ เจธเจฎเจพเจ เจ˜เจŸเจฟ เจ˜เจŸเจฟ เจฐเจฎเจˆเจ† เจœเจพเจคเฉ‡ เฅฅ เจธเฉ‡เจˆ เจธเจœเจฃ เจธเฉฐเจค เจธเฉ‡ เจธเฉเจ–เฉ€เจ เจ เจพเจ•เฉเจฐ เจ…เจชเจฃเฉ‡ เจญเจพเจฃเฉ‡ เฅฅ เจ•เจนเฉ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจœเจฟเจจ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ เจกเจฟเจ เจพ เจคเจฟเจจ เจ•เฉˆ เจธเจฆ เจ•เฉเจฐเจฌเจพเจฃเฉ‡ เฅฅเฉจเฅฅ เจธเจฒเฉ‹เจ•เฉ เฅฅ เจฆเฉ‡เจน เจ…เฉฐเจงเจพเจฐเฉ€ เจ…เฉฐเจง เจธเฉเฉฐเจžเฉ€ เจจเจพเจฎ เจตเจฟเจนเฉ‚เจฃเฉ€เจ† เฅฅ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจธเจซเจฒ เจœเจจเฉฐเจฎเฉ เจœเฉˆ เจ˜เจŸเจฟ เจตเฉเจ เจพ เจธเจšเฉ เจงเจฃเฉ€เฅคเฅค เฉงเฅฅ เจ›เฉฐเจคเฉ เฅฅ เจคเจฟเจจ เจ–เฉฐเจจเฉ€เจ เจตเฉฐเจžเจพเจ‚ เจœเจฟเจจ เจฎเฉ‡เจฐเจพ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ เจกเฉ€เจ เจพ เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ เจœเจจ เจšเจพเจ–เจฟ เจ…เจ˜เจพเจฃเฉ‡ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจ…เฉฐเจฎเฉเจฐเจฟเจคเฉ เจฎเฉ€เจ เจพ เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ
เจนเจฐเจฟ เจฎเจจเจนเจฟ เจฎเฉ€เจ เจพ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ‚ เจคเฉ‚เจ เจพ เจ…เจฎเจฟเจ‰ เจตเฉ‚เจ เจพ เจธเฉเจ– เจญเจ เฅฅ เจฆเฉเจ– เจจเจพเจธ เจญเจฐเจฎ เจฌเจฟเจจเจพเจธ เจคเจจ เจคเฉ‡ เจœเจชเจฟ เจœเจ—เจฆเฉ€เจธ เจˆเจธเจน เจœเฉˆ เจœเจ เฅฅ เจฎเฉ‹เจน เจฐเจนเจค เจฌเจฟเจ•เจพเจฐ เจฅเจพเจ•เฉ‡ เจชเฉฐเจš เจคเฉ‡ เจธเฉฐเจ—เฉ เจคเฉ‚เจŸเจพ เฅฅ เจ•เจนเฉ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจคเจฟเจจ เจ–เฉฐเจจเฉ€เจ เจตเฉฐเจžเจพ เจœเจฟเจจ เจ˜เจŸเจฟ เจฎเฉ‡เจฐเจพ เจนเจฐเจฟ เจชเฉเจฐเจญเฉ เจตเฉ‚เจ เจพ เฅฅเฉฉเฅฅ เจธเจฒเฉ‹เจ•เฉ เฅฅ เจœเฉ‹ เจฒเฉ‹เฉœเฉ€เจฆเฉ‡ เจฐเจพเจฎ เจธเฉ‡เจตเจ• เจธเฉ‡เจˆ เจ•เจพเจ‚เจขเจฟเจ† เฅฅ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจœเจพเจฃเฉ‡ เจธเจคเจฟ
เจธเจพเจ‚เจˆ เจธเฉฐเจค เจจ เจฌเจพเจนเจฐเจพ เฅฅเฉงเฅฅ เจ›เฉฐเจคเฉ เฅฅ เจฎเจฟเจฒเจฟ เจœเจฒเฉ เจœเจฒเจนเจฟ เจ–เจŸเจพเจจเจพ เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ เจธเฉฐเจ—เจฟ เจœเฉ‹เจคเฉ€ เจœเฉ‹เจคเจฟ เจฎเจฟเจฒเจพเจจเจพ เจฐเจพเจฎ เฅฅ เจธเฉฐเจฎเจพเจ‡ เจชเฉ‚เจฐเจจ เจชเฉเจฐเจ– เจ•เจฐเจคเฉ‡ เจ†เจชเจฟ เจ†เจชเจนเจฟ เจœเจพเจฃเฉ€เจ เฅฅ
เจคเจน เจธเฉเฉฐเจจเจฟ เจธเจนเจœเจฟ เจธเจฎเจพเจงเจฟ เจฒเจพเจ—เฉ€ เจเจ•เฉ เจเจ•เฉ เจตเจ–เจพเจฃเฉ€เจ เฅฅ เจ†เจชเจฟ เจ—เฉเจชเจคเจพ เจ†เจชเจฟ เจฎเฉเจ•เจคเจพ
เจ†เจชเจฟ เจ†เจชเฉ เจตเจ–เจพเจจเจพ เฅฅ เจจเจพเจจเจ• เจญเฉเจฐเจฎ เจญเฉˆ เจ—เฉเจฃ เจฌเจฟเจจเจพเจธเฉ‡ เจฎเจฟเจฒเจฟ เจœเจฒเฉ เจœเจฒเจนเจฟ เจ–เจŸเจพเจจเจพ เฅฅเฉชเฅฅเฉจเฅฅ

เจตเจกเจนเฉฐเจธ (เจฎเจƒ เฉซ) เจ—เฉเจฐเฉ‚ เจ—เฉเจฐเฉฐเจฅ เจธเจพเจนเจฟเจฌ - เจ…เฉฐเจ— เฉซเฉญเฉญ-เฉซเฉญเฉฎ

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Venue: Melbourne
Date: 22/1/2024
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SHALOK: Why do you listen to falsehood? It shall vanish like a gust of wind. O Nanak, those ears are acceptable, which listen to the True Master. ||1|| CHHANT: I am a sacrifice to those who listen to the Ram with their ears. Intuitively embellished are those, who with their tongues chant the Name of the Ram, Har, Har. They are intuitively embellished with priceless virtues; they have come to save the world. Godโ€™s Feet are the boat, which carries many across the terrifying world-ocean. Those who are blessed with the favor of my Lord and Master are not asked to render their account. Says Nanak, I am a sacrifice to those who listen to God with their ears. ||1|| SHALOK: With my eyes, I have seen the Light, but my immense thirst is not quenched. O Nanak, those eyes are different, which behold my Husband Lord. ||1|| CHHANT: I am a sacrifice to those who have seen the Ram. In the True Court of the Ram, they are approved. They are approved by their Lord and Master, and acclaimed as supreme; they are attuned to the Lordโ€™s Love. They are satiated with the sublime essence of the Lord, and they merge in celestial peace; in each and every heart, they see the all-pervading Ram. They alone are the friendly Saints, and they alone are happy, who are pleasing to their Lord and Master. Says Nanak, I am forever a sacrifice to those who have seen the Lord God. ||2|| SHALOK: The body is blind, totally blind and desolate, without the Naam. O Nanak, fruitful is the life of that being, within whose heart the True Lord and Master abides. ||1|| CHHANT: I am cut into pieces as a sacrifice, to those who have seen my Ram. His humble servants partake of the sweet Ambrosial Nectar of the Ram, Har, Har, and are satiated. The Lord seems sweet to their minds; God is merciful to them. His Ambrosial Nectar rains down upon them, and they are at peace. Pain is eliminated and doubt is dispelled from the body; meditating on the Lord of the World, their victory is celebrated. They are rid of emotional attachment, their sins are erased, and their association with the five passions is broken off. Says Nanak, I am every bit a sacrifice to those, within whose hearts my Lord God abides. ||3|| SHALOK: Those who long for the Ram, are said to be His servants. Nanak knows this Truth, that the Lord is not separate from His Saints. ||1|| CHHANT: As water mixes and blends with water (Ram), so does oneโ€™s light mix and blend with the Light (Ram). Merging with the perfect, all-powerful Creator, one comes to know his own self. Then, one is intuitively absorbed in state of absolute Samaadhi, and one speaks of the One and Only Lord. He Himself is unmanifest, and He Himself is liberated; He Himself speaks of Himself. O Nanak, doubts, fears and the limitations of the three qualities are dispelled, as one merges, like water blending with water. ||4||2|| Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ang 577 - 578

Hukamnama from Mon, Nov 1, '10:

Shalok: Why do you listen to falsehood? It shall vanish like a gust of wind. O Nanak, those ears are acceptable, which listen to the True Master.

๐Ÿš€ US & UK launch airstrikes in Yemen, shaking up the Red Sea chessboard! Houthis promise a comeback. Global trade routes...
13/01/2024

๐Ÿš€ US & UK launch airstrikes in Yemen, shaking up the Red Sea chessboard! Houthis promise a comeback. Global trade routes in suspense. ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ”ฅ

In the volatile chessboard of Middle Eastern geopolitics, the US and UK have launched a series of airstrikes against the Houthi rebels in Yemen, escalating tensions in a region already strained by โ€ฆ

Coronation in the Shadow of Revolution: The Rise of NapoleonIn the heart of Paris, a story unfolds,  Of a man in green, ...
11/01/2024

Coronation in the Shadow of Revolution: The Rise of Napoleon

In the heart of Paris, a story unfolds,
Of a man in green, his ambition bold.
Napoleon, they called him, a name like fire,
Rising from revolution's pyre.

A clergy corrupt, aristocracy frail,
He watched as justice seemed to derail.
With the crown in the gutter, the elite aghast,
He dreamed of a future, vast.

The streets whispered of change in the air,
Of a new order, just and fair.
Napoleon, with eyes like the dawn,
Stepped into the void, where trust was gone.

In Notre Dame, the world saw him stand,
A crown in his grasp, the future in his hand.
No priest, no bishop to anoint his fate,
He crowned himself, at history's gate.

"Antichrist!" some cried in fear,
A usurper, they claimed, is near.
But look closer, see the man,
Who held a nation's heart in his span.

Not demon, nor saint, but flesh and bone,
Who sought to make a fractured land his own.
With codes of law, a new path he paved,
For a people he yearned to save.

Through battles and wars, his name would spread,
A tale of glory, of fear and dread.
Yet, in this moment, let history attest,
He was a ruler who gave his best.

So remember the day, in the heart of France,
When Napoleon took more than a glance.
He shaped an era, with a self-made crown,
In the annals of time, his story written down.

For he was no Antichrist, but a man of his age,
A chapter in history's vast, unfolding page.
In the dance of power, a bold move he made,
In the tapestry of time, his legacy laid.

Reflect on this tale, from past's deep well,
Of a man who rose as the old world fell.
In the coronation of Napoleon, see,
A moment in time, forever free.

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