Broken Dreams, Muffled Expectations Poem by Jyoti Patil

Till when you will wait and expect help from them,
You have to pick up your pieces yourself,
Oh! Queen Draupadi take up the cudgel in your hands,
No Krishna will come now to protect you.

Leave mehndi, leave bangles, leave all the cloaks,
To save your respect, honour and your life from these lusty bands,
Oh! Queen Draupadi take up cudgel in your hands,
No Krishna will come now to protect you.

Hungry eyes and claws prodding and piercing your sanctity,
Crushing your femininity, playing with your fragility,
Oh! Queen Draupadi take up cudgel in your hands,
No Krishna will come now to protect you.

Shakunis are waiting with new games of Chausar (chess) ,
To trap more Draupadis to scramble their chastity,
Oh! Queen Draupadi take up cudgel in your hands,
No Krishna will come now to protect you.

Dusshashans are multifold now waiting to tear your robes to rags,
You are just hapless like deers hounded by hunters, Defenceless like ants trampled by giants,
Collect your self courageously, leave aside all the courtesies,
Brush off the burden of these dirty looks, demeaning gestures,

Shed all the inhibitions, shun all the prohibitions,
No one will come forward to protect your honour,
Oh! Queen Draupadi take up cudgel and be Goddess Durga,
No Krishna is left to save you, become your own strength.