In need of a chance
How brightly you shine father Sun ,
Such bright I wanted tobe in life,
Yet my tale will be untold,
As I am born to the Suta,
Yes ,I call it birth ,deny my royalbirth,
As father Aghirath , gave me a newlife,
When Queen Kunti ,abandoned me of shame.
In the land of Hastinapura ,I wasinsulted,
By the best five of men, the pandavas,
Whom the history describes as valiant,
Heroes of Indian epics , heroes ofIndian myths.
If I had a chance as they had,
I could have appealed more glorious,
The history would have been gratified.
I went to the preacher of Arjun,
Drona, as he was called,
Rejected me as I was a Suta ,not aKshatriya.
In compulsion I had to lie,
To Parshurama ,who preached mearchery,
Whom I made proud with my fine war skills,
In return, cursed me for my tribe.
You judge father, was it right,
Should Panchali abuse me in herSwamvara?
As I was a lower caste, not a royalborn.
I was capable of plucking the eye ofthe flying fish,
But denied to accept me, for hated theSutas.
Well price she paid for denying me,
Wooing the five most fortunatebrothers.
In the kurushetra ,so called asDharmashetra,
Should I be so wrongly defeated.
O lord Krishna, had not you stucked,
Wheel of my chariot ,wheel of yourvirtue,
Had not Arjuna violated war rules,
By aiming arrow at me while I wasunarmed.
If I had got a chance!
I don’t die for praising, dignitariesor titles
But long to be given a chance.
I do not require a recognition as thePandavas,
In this treacherous cruel world,
That judges ones capabilities bycaste,
There chance is limited to nobles,
Father Sun, enlighten this world.