MAHABHARATA
The Kaurava's kingdom.
It was filled up to the brim,
With the battalions encamping,
And the soldiers marching.
Horses in thousands
Elephants in hordes,
Troops at points vantage,
Aligned the banks of Ganges.
Vidura told Kunti about the war,
That was approaching not far,
How it would affect and cripple?
On both sides innocent people.
Kunti's heart bled inside,
As it couldn't speak outside,
Why she threw Karna in the river?
And how she failed as a mother?
Karna, one day, was praying the sun,
There came Kunti to meet his son.
"Karna, " she said, "you're my son,
Your father is none, but the sun."
"In enemies' camp now you're,
Pandava's elder though you're.
Not too late, better join them.
Onward you should lead them."
"Many in the war will perish.
You can stop this, how I wish?
In peace both sides can live,
To me a word, why not you give? "
"Oh mother, it's my ill fate,
I'm driven to this state.
I ate Duryodhana's salt,
His camp how can I desert? "
"Only Arjuna is my target.
This promise, I'll not forget,
Either Arjuna or I shall live,
Even then you've sons five."
"But promise me, you'll
Never tell them this until
I'm dead, down I fall
Right in the mid battle."
He wiped out her tears.
She left then with no fears.
For Karna she felt sorry,
About him she did worry.
Karna's sacrifices weren't one,
At stages his life was undone.
Attachment next, duty first,
This truth his actions proved just.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem