Draupadi
Draupadi
When?
When will such questions over blemish?
Be quenched with its removal.
When?
Will the beseeching citizen see?
A small splendid sparrow,
From the beauty of your body,
Sits silently on,
The broken branches of bunched questions.
The bird that
Smiles,
Often cries,
But unaware of the order.
With its single chirping,
The king throws the throne,
The warriors get weakened,
The spectators
Close their eyes killing courage within.
The tenebrosity emanated from the body,
Darkens the day,
And makes it night.
That night;
Being caressed with-
Remove the saree and ornaments,
Remove the blemish and;
Remove the order for the hunger-
From the 'five husbands'.
It tells the answers of-
Questions since time immemorial,
Even without asked for.
Orders don't recognize;
The lured naevus over the left lane.
After the 'Agyatvas' of certain questions,
It again will be repeated.
The insignificant answers will,
Float away in the river of blood.
Only the last one,
Will flee with swimming,
From the extreme anguish of anticipation.
That little reply:
As an orphan
Cries, smiles;
Only unable of knowing
Where the 'Beast' lives?
Whether beneath the dreams of swollen eyes or
Under the hot sighs,
Crossing through the dry lips.
Where in?
Is it in poet's pen or
In 'Yajna's fire'.
Being wrapped with
The deer skin, the dead tiger;
Longs for so somehow
That might achieve,
When the hand wanders,
Over her snake like bent-body;
She falls again and again,
In lap of the bed,
Causes fatigue and
Gets tired and
'Broken down'.
That small sparrow,
From the nub of the orb of bone and flesh;
Chirps and,
Listens it silently.
The sound
When the body leaves
The thread of bow,
At the end of the curse;
When grief has gone,
She listens,
Yet continues listening..........