Mb112. Dhritarashtra's Grief Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Part 112 - Dhritarashtra's grief

The battle was over.
What about the sufferer?
How much tears dried?
How many widows cried?

Dhritarashtra wept aloud.
Not one son was allowed.
There Veda Vyasa arrived.
With soft words he consoled.

"Dear son, where there's birth,
There's always death.
Grieve not over the past.
Destiny plays till last."

"Now Yudhisthira is your son,
You love him. His love you win.
This way, bear the burden of life.
You should now give up your grief."

One by one they embraced him.
But he showed no love for them.
When Bhima's turn came,
Very much angry he became.

Krishna pushed Bhima aside.
And kept a metal statue by his side.
Tightly the statue he embraced.
Into pieces it got crushed.

Vyasa then advised Gandhari,
To love Pandavas and Draupadi,
As she loved her own children.
She accepted his suggestion.

When Bhima's turn came,
Wild she then became.
She asked, "Below his navel,
You hit.Is it not cruel? "

"To save my life I did this,
Bhima told her, "Otherwise,
He would have killed me,
As he was more than me."

"You could have spared one,
For us to live with one son, "
When like this she said,
Yudhisthira replied:

"Your sons we're
We'll take care,
Have no fear,
When we're here."

Then they went to Kunti,
Along with Draupadi.
She blessed them all
With her heart full.