MAHABHARATA
One day, to a secluded spot,
Krishna took in His chariot,
For an open talk with Karna again.
This way Krishna began.
"You're the son of Sun god.
You've a mind more broad.
You've Pandavas' blood,
Join them, it's for good."
"Krishna, " Karna replied,
By a suta I was picked,
The suta milk I sucked,
A suta girl I married."
"Suta children all I've,
A place for me suta gave.
By brought up I'm Radheya.
By an accident I'm Kaunteya."
"I'm proud as Radheya,
It's more than Kaunteya.
Duryodhana made me a king,
With him I'll be sinking."
"He wants war, not peace.
It's my duty, him to appease.
To leave him, it isn't so easy,
From start my life isn't rosy."
Krishna said, "Karnas any,
Let there be Bhimas many,
Be sure, none will survive,
Victory is for Pandavas five."
With folded hands Karna spoke,
"A word given, how can I revoke?
Your drama this much I know,
Your play is the final show."
Embracing Karna Krishna said,
"Your strong mind now I've read,
On top your name will be ever,
History will forget you never."
Duty, love, or hate,
Which one is great?
The story goes unique.
No wonder it's an epic!
Besides the role of Karna,
Those of Bhisma, Drona,
And others knew what was right
They hated the decision to fight.
In their love for kingdom,
They lost their wisdom,
On wrong side they fought,
Havoc at the end it brought.
Morals like this many,
More serious, not funny,
Mahabarat tells the world,
It's written in letters of gold.
What theme to leave?
What words not to leave?
The writer stood puzzled.
So nicely the story dazzled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem