By Akanksha Chakraborty
On the dark day of my birth,
though the Sun shone bright on the Earth,
you left me all alone on the Ganga banks,
when that was the time for me to play all pranks.
A small mistake of yours,
made me suffer for years of course,
insults, agony ,anger and pain of mine,
went in vain in front of your eyes.
The arena insulted me for my valour,
and you stood there as a statue of failure,
nevertheless, had you opened your mouth, O mother,
then today I wouldn’t have been the foes of my brother.
The world knew me as the son of Radha, named Radheya,
but never did they know the deep black secret of my birth, except you on this Earth,
that even I am the son of Kunti, and a Kaunteya.
When your deeds left me homeless,
and you stood throughout the years being so ruthless,
there was one man who stood with me,
with all his might and pride.
And this was Duryodhan, my friend,
with whom I had promised to be till the end,
Though he must have committed many sins in his life,
but once, he has proven to be the greatest protector of my life.
Sorry, but I can’t fulfil this wish of yours, of leaving him aside,
because he was the only one who was there by my side,
even when my mother left me aside.
I bow down to the mother of five sons,
O mother Kunti, I can provide you with only one charity as of now,
I wont kill any of your loving four sons,
but except for Arjun, who though now my brother,
but had made him the idol of my insults for years forever.
Give your helpless son, at least a boon, before leaving,
that never do the pride of kingdom, wealth or other things,
snatch away the valour and energy of his wings.
By Akanksha Chakraborty
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