The Mahabharat war
was almost resolved.
The wanton killings
created a river of blood.
It was the middle
of a pitch dark night.
Barking and howling
of dogs and jackals
were increasing fright.
King Duryodhan, the lone
survivor of the bloody war
stood on the riverside.
An atmosphere of terror,
fear and suspicion was lurking
in his mind.
He planned to hide somewhere
to take revenge when
the right time returns.
Crossing the river
was his only thought
and concern.
He was in need of
either a boat or
any other float.
This made river of blood
was the outcome of
his egoistic act.
Floats of dead bodies of
his brothers, gurus, warriors,
near relations did appear.
He tried to sit on each
to ferry the river.
All failed and sank
to the bottom.
Unknown man's dead
body atlast came.
He succeeded in
his attempt to cross.
Amazed, he overturned
the body, being curious.
Found that the body
was his lovely son's.
Wept intensely for his
unjust actions.
Felt some one was whispering
in his ear.
'Your defeat and death
are very near and sure.'
'As you sow, so shall you reap'
is a very old proverb.
Our actions must be genuine
to keep away the hazards.
Source - Indic Mythology.
What goes around comes around. Bad deeds give ugly results. This is the lesson will learn from the great epic. Beautifully explained in this poem. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is brilliantly penned.... very relevant piece..... thank u, dear poet.