Scars Of An Archer: A Poetic Rendition✅

Crowning of Bhrata Yudhishthir

After the war was over,
Jyeshth was crowned with grandeur.
Mata and Brothers rejoiced,
While I and Subhadra grieved.

We lost our other sons,
No one knew it's reasons.
Only my grandson was to be born,
Lineage was saved and forlorn.

Subhadra's eyes were still full of tears,
My soul was weary and I had fears.
Panchali had apprehension,
Jyeshth was still in tension.

Mata and Maharani Gandhari soon retired to forest,
Accompanied them was Tatshree in haste
Nothing was left for us to waste
Now Panchali was safe and chaste.

Years passed,
Parikshit,my grandson was growing up so fast.
I relieved Abhimanyu's childhood through him,
Soon a toddler grew up into a handsome teen.