Draupadi


When?
When will such questions over blemish?
Be quenched with its removal.
When?
Will the beseeching citizen see?

A small splended sparrow,
from beauty of your body,
Sits silently on,
The broken branches of bunched questions
The bird that smiles,
Often cries,
But unaware of the order
With its single chirping,
The king throws the throne,
The warrior get weakened ,
The spectators
Close their eyes killing courage within.

The tenebrosity emanated from the body,
Darkness the day,
Remove the order for hunger -
From five husbands

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