The Perpetuous Drape

Rid me of this tasteless errand.
Free me from this confinement.
What good am I, if all I can,
Is conceal this fine resentment.

A game of dice in disguise, he laid,
I paid, in time, the price. Well played.
The monotony of the task that paved,
The road to a bitter war, much famed.

A demon, his hands,
Worked its way through my creases.
A beauty, unravelled,
Shredding a warrior clan into pieces.

Lay bare, your chest.
Lay bare, your navel.
Show men the power in your creation,
Playing pied piper to a nation.

Your Lord himself had cursed me to this perpetuity,
To wrap you in my embrace, a guard for your purity.
I hoped to let go and reveal in its entirety,
The supremacy of your being.
A strength and its veracity.

My threads and silk will attempt in futility.
But true power, indeed, lies in your nubility.
Wear it as an armour of your chastity
And take pride in the truth, that is, nudity.

Cower not, in the absence of my actuality.
Spare not, any defiler of your solidarity.
Become not, traded meat in a wager, petty.
Harness yourself and dispose it, at your suitability-
Five or aplenty, justified is your vanity.

But please God, rid me of this perpetuity.
And empower her,
Not curse her to this propriety.

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The Perpetuous Drape tries to paint a shade of pride instead of shame on the concept of nudity. The poem is based on the iconic incident - "Draupadi Vastraharan" or the "Disrobing of Draupadi" from Vyasa's Sanskrit epic, Mahabharata. The incident is a famous one where Dushasana tries to disrobe Draupadi after having won her in a crooked game of dice with her husband. Draupadi prays to Lord Krishna who extends her robe incessantly rendering Dushasana's efforts fruitless. I write as the robe.