Truth it was said was bitter
her heart not yet wiser
yearned then for love
She set her eyes
from behind the veil
on the greatest of archers of her times
her heart beat for him
he who was lonely
a prince yet lowly born
shielded yet all too vulnerable
she wondered of his fate
and her eyes searched him everywhere
married to 5 able bodied men
yet loved a little less by each single man
she was all too powerful
yet had not power to stop what would unfold
she, who shared the name of the dark-skinned one
she, who was more than the Helen of the East
she, the daughter of Drupad
the princess of Panchal
born of fire
made of steel
she, whose dark contours
evoked desire ,a strange despair
she, whose pride and anger
wrecked a thousand homes
orphaned a thousand more
the winner, the queen
lonely, sad and broken
wondering of her place in the scheme of things
who sets afoot mischief
who creates rift
what propels war upon war
revenge upon revenge
and compels men to go on in vicious violent cycles.
Was she a pawn in the hands of time
was she the lead actor
was she a victim or the harasser
what is true, what is false
both seem bitter, she murmured to herself.
Ps: on reading ‘The Palace of Illusions” by Chithra Banerjee Divakarni
2 responses to “Draupadi”
This is such an enthralling tale. The idea of Draupadi has always befuddled me. The way she entered the Pandavas’ lives, became their possession, became an object of ire of the Kauravas, stirred the Pandavas into action and brought about the biggest war….she’s truly an enigma.
Thank you for writing this.
All the best for the A to Z Challenge. Do drop by mine.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks CRD. Would love to read your blog too.