Unwed, given birth to a child, and afraid of stigma,
you discarded the new born in a basket on the river,
not thinking if it could survive the naked elements.
A charioteer of lowly origin picked up and raised him,
...
Read full text
A beautifully conceived historical poem in which the character of unwed mother along with her woes and limitations/apprehensions have been beautifully narrated. Kunti's helplessness too has been depicted though with a radar. Thanks for sharing.10 points.