From that lap you once so heartlessly cast me
Oh mother to those turbulent waters of fate
In a velvet basket sans a mothers warmth
Or that primordial taste of her breast soft
Now that you have found me your long lost son
And belatedly beseech forgiveness and love
Can I turn back the racing chariot of time
Bring back my lost youth or innocence prime...?
And now you want me back and to change my mind
Having forsworn my allegiance to the opposite side
Before you leave dear mother this I ask of you
That this secret yet well kept so continue
And living, I be not revealed as your son
And in battle should my mortal body fall
Then take my battered head on your lap and call
Tell the world screaming that I was your son
In flesh, blood and spirit your first born sun......
And tell my brothers it was not their sin
That I was fated to be slain by one of them
In thought and deed I always did uphold
High principles and never sought any thing more
But to leave a remembrance of one who kept his word......
How well the legend of Karna retold Who had to keep a dark secret untold The man who stuck to loyalties rigid Is the most tragic of heroes renowned Imagine the plight of Kunti, the unfortunate mother who bore her son in secret, but denounced him in the open! Enjoyed the poem as well as the notes! !
oh a v good write Sir...........got to know the story of Karna in detail.........
Yes, Karna was the most tragic character. Highly principled, man of honor but one drawback born to unwed mother.... Wonderful write Sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Majestic your word arranged embrace me In the brilliance of your anecdote I am intrigued First and for most to begin with the sadness attached Dear mom your son will forever however love you. This is a wonderful story, Sir.