End Of Tale Of Shakuni

The eighteenth day launched into,

Positioned with arms forefront.

Greating head Kaurava at center,

Pandavas raised path in shunt.

Astound with mother's boon,

All Pandavas regain conform.

Stating & projecting the goal,

Mace-possessor struck uniform.

Beamed a little, Muralidhar,

Dharamraj in thin strain.

Searched reply Dhananjaya,

Quering byway in pain.

Vrikodhar, stood up,

Blooded in his arms.

Head Kaurava emerged,

Sadho! Shakuni applaud palms.

Whispered within the mid,

Dhananjaya to Keshav.

Calm was he to state,

That lies with time above.

West verge remained aside,

empty path unfollowed.

As glories lay with rest,

Gandhaaraj with path to follow.

Meek and mild footstep,

counting the day's conclude.

Sahadeva was hinted, to look,

Mama was behind war's prelude.

Caught at sharp, by Madri's twins,

Dharamraj replied; not go null.

Dhananjaya craved dice-play once,

Keshav cited Mama; an expert skull.

Asked a life's chance,

Roll a first dice.

If failure ways,

No twice and thrice.

A last unfinished chaarkoni,

And it was for the Uncle.

Thought it may obey wish,

Last doors turned stumble.

Thereby, Keshav positioned,

Swords with Pandavas.

One last stroke remains,

Perish the breath of Gandhaar.

Why there is soreness? pose Mama,

Moment since onset, tracked thorns;

Said Keshav, for Pandavas;

Pain a day feels wreck; Uncle mourns.

Stood he up, raised his index,

Conveyed eminently the mankind.

The end can take to long,

But sure end will be for iniquitians.

The day sets down,

Questions lift.

Keshav briefs the social planet,

Uplift with dharma deed.

Uncle reddish in blood,

Tale left to submit.

Armies run in tent,

Nephew's war in forfeit.