Kunti and her children waded through the jungle
As hundred Kauravas, Dussala delighted in luxury
Still, I hear the sigh of Pandavas helplessly wriggle,
Giggle of Gandhari ‘s sons moving in hurry and fury.
Lord Krishna sleeps; Arjuna and Duriyodhana beside
Wait, impatient and bite nails; each other frowning.
Sharp spears of words and poisoned, corrupted arrows
Boom and boomerang, network sites outside shaking.
Ambush from the bush gushes Keechaka ‘s groan near
From the sweet faces sweep sweat and tears, my sisters
Locked in closets of Indra’s mansion, fair, bare in fear
Here, I hear the curse of Sathi and Amba: protesters.
One year more for Kurukshetra; battle of voters’ lot!
Wise Vices and disguised Virtues seeking fortune glide
From A/C rooms, cars or planes with harsh or plain note
Scratching head; moving along, taking bundles of note.
Sell or be in cells; fake encounters open, Lord’s lids in gloom
Exploded exploitation explicitly will examine and count
The invested Capital returned as votes, and in action spent;
The less? the more the struggle; groups will loom our doom.
the narration from the epic is fine. but the co-relation to modern times a little more could be elaborated. Nice write. Thank you..
this must be great penning.. it is historical, religious, mythological, philosophical....love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
epic write and its result on the mind of the people brought out