Radheya not Kauntiya

To Kurt

Radhyea is my name

In being suta, there is no shame

Yet the world has never acknowledged me

Always judged by prejudice and hypocrisy

Yet you all mock me

And get cheap trill out as your glee

Not because of my ability

But because of an incapability

An incapability that was not my own

O lords!!!….cursed is the baby on whose birth his mother frown

The river took me to another probability

Ostracised by birth and crippled by humanity

And yet here I am, making my own stand

Burdened by three curses, un burdened by my friends command

Here o Arjuna the thunder of my Vijaya

Take up that Gandiva of your and string thy pratanchaya

Fight well of son of Kunti, for you know your identity

And I live in a distant dream of lie and obscurity

For the god favour your today and blessed you with immortality

But you have my word o Kauntiya, for you I will not make it easy

My path finder is my sworn enemy

My teacher’s curse is my blasphemy

The Brahmins curse is hypocrisy of humanity

Even the goddess earth will not spare me

Blessed are you who have the Narayan as his path finder

Blessed are you who have his enemies favour

But o Arjun , where is your greatness

Your fight doesn’t have any fairness

But I don’t complain for I know it’s a war

And even if you or your honestly falter

For I am a warrior by action not birth

And hence I don’t complain to make it an unworthy situation

O Kaunteya for you has everything a boy can dream

A doting mother who was also a queen

An exemplary teacher who for your sake would scheme

A beautiful wife for whom any man would kill

For I have been a lone wolf ever since

This war here is the end of everything

You Pandav and Kurus are fighting for the kingdom and gain

I o Arjuna, is just here to prove my mantle and for the glory and fame

As suta I lived and I know as suta I will die

But first we live and taste ourselves to a new high

But as all men must die, so shall you

So take up that Gandiva and let’s be through

Spurned by politics, and rejected by society

No one took the pain to teach me

My caste didn’t allow me to be me

And your prejudice was a hilarious hypocrisy

I guised myself as a godchild

Only to be cursed as a charlatan in the wild

But o Krishna I have a question for thee

What would your beloved Arjun do if he knew the truth about me

I won’t question your action my lord

When you shamelessly disclosed my identity and the fraud

Not stopping at that you shamelessly sent her to me

Begging me of her son’s life, which by heart I would do I glee

But tell me o great one, I have given everything and more

Yet this world is not satisfied of its gore

My mother came begging for the life or her children

Forgetting that I too was their older brethren

But here I am stripped to the core

My emotions in turmoil and my armour sore

But tell me o lord how will you measure this man

I am still here to make my last stand

                                                                                Roby