Panchali Still Sighs Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

I thought of the lot of females
A lot of fading lilies, so I mail.
Under the Sun's might the white
Turned bluish, soon severed Lilies.
The scream of Panchali echoes ever
And being echoed the world over
As hapless husbands witness drooping
Unarmed, nervous; the mean usurping.
Educated sexually well all by media
Ere maturity buds in butts' puberty
Urge innocents to get experienced-
That made Kunti to bear a child-.
Thus born Karna, son of the Sun
Arch- enemy of Pandavas' rights
He was not the keeper of brothers
But worried at mother Kunti's words.
Selfishness molests women everywhere
Egocentric worldliness like whirl-wind
Fetches darkness that makes one devilish
Oh! Lord, see thy Panchalis' face pale.