Poetry

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 pilage 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.
                                                                      
~Malvika Dubey
Bhopal, India

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