Mb017. Bhima Kills Hidimba Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

MAHABHARATA

It was Vidura's foresight,
That made their escape light.
A boat he kept ready,
At the tunnel end bushy.

The River Ganges they crossed,
The other shore they reached.
On his shoulder Bhima carried,
Mother Kunti, who was tired.

They rested at one place,
And moved to another place.
This way they kept it secret,
Their onward daily route.

While Bhima was on the vigil,
Hidimba, a giant cannibal,
To attack he came one night,
Started then a severe fight.

A death blow Bhima gave,
That sent him to the grave.
Hidimbi, his giant sister,
She saw this disaster.

With Bhima she fell in love,
And convinced Kunti somehow,
That brought both together,
With blessings of the mother.

To them Ghatokacha was born,
Who helped Pandavas later on.
Bhima was like a fortress
In their moments of distress.

Veda Vyasa on their way,
He met them one day.
Kunti cried and told
Their sufferings manifold.

The Sage smiled and said,
"The coexistence of good
And bad everywhere spread,
Is the design of this world."

"A water drop on a lotus leaf,
Like this should be one's life.
For every action there's reaction.
No one can attain full perfection."

"Better for few days be in a hut,
A strenuous royal life to forget.
A new experience now you'll get.
Good thing, here we all met."

These words gave them all solace,
And freed anxiety from her face.
They took the advice of Vyasa,
And proceeded to City Ekachakra.