HER SARI
HER SARI
As her eyes were her hair,
A cruel order he gave
He, seated in the dignified chair,
The dame pleaded someone to save,
Dussasana did, as he was ordered to drag,
Then Draupadi was about to sag,
Her Sari was flowing as sea blue,
Karna felt devastated yes, it was true,
Should this happen to an innocent girl??
Should her Sari like this twirl?
The pancha pandavas standing weak,
She, Praying Krishna not in freak,
Stand, Oh be brave
Not a slave,
Prove your innocence with only silence
No, no without violence
Krishna, The supreme god of humanity,
The one who helps people who are in insanity,
With tears like blood
Her sari like a flood
Krishna from the sky,
Makes the sari fly,
Dussasana in shock
The villains they mock,
Krishna with the burning maple,
Leaving the sari in the sand
The rishis knew it was a fable,
Lord Krishna with a trembling hand
Her sari flowing infinite
Everybody thinking it was false definite
Krishna left the last piece
And Dussasana leaving the seize
The friendship between Krishna and Draupadi,
Is it love?
Or is it pure like a dove
But one thing is clear
Just like a sear
The event was a magic
Not ordinary magic,
A magic done for an incident tragic,