The Pride and Plight of Fire Born Princess

The Fire Born Princess

The Holy Godess,

 Pride of the Pandava’s

 Friend of Madhava.

 My tales reached the masses,

 But the cries went unheard.

Cause they say I was the major of the war’s cause

Unheeded was my loss.

                          

Though Divine was my origin

And of my beauty bards said there was no comparison.

My Birth was planned to revenge my father’s clan.

Used as a tool. 

To fuel up valour of men.

In Swayamavar I saw the mighty Partha

dressed as a saint

With whom I was excited to acquaint.

                          

The respected mother of the Pandavas asked me to shared

Mother’s word is equal to god my beloved declared

I was to marry all of them

My fate had decided,

Never once in it, all Arjuna chided.

                          

I was hailed as the Lucky bride

Of the kuru clan, I was pride

How was I supposed to know my smile won’t last a mile

                          

The doomed game was now in session

The upholder of dharma lost his possession

Drag her by hair the uncouth one declared

Humiliated in the court even my soul wasn’t spared. 

The elders and learned kept quiet

Hundreds of eyes but none to see my plight

My husbands had their heads bowed

Helplessness in their eyes clearly showed. 

Called out To Govind to put my misery to end

Indeed was he a true friend

We lost the palace lost our peace

But our sorrows were just about to increase.              

12 years spend in exile

The unjust rejoiced while

Time and again my faith was ridiculed

Times warrant I stay subdued. 

           

The mighty Pandavas were now mere servants

But to my plight, they were still unobservant

Soon the testing times ended, we learned our lessons bitter n Sweet

We’re prepared for Adharam to defeat

                          

The war’ begun the plague came undone

Adharma was finally condemn

Arjun was guided by the cowherd

Abhimanyu become the victim of cowards

Millions were killed on both side                          

Blamed was the Pandav bride

The bringer of war I was called

My pride and anger were the root cause

The doomed queen I was. 

Lost my son and my brother

Greatest curse for a sister and mother

Blamed and shamed I could only cry

Did my loss have no price

                          

Years from now it will be a cautionary tale

Women cause war they’ll say

Does justice for us has no importance

Or Cause it agrees to society’s accordance.