Was it that what I heard
or did I hear what was not told
was there something more to say
was it that I was misled, nay
oh! noble master, why
have you chosen me
for a task that taints me
my name, my hard earned fame
yes, I know there is nothing to be done
there is nothing to be undone.
I am just a conduit for what is to happen
what happens, happens.
Did Vidura whisper something
or did I just imagine that
Are their eyes tinted with suspicion
Did Bheema’s eyes linger longer
on my hands when he slapped them hard
They look happy ,though, Yudhistira is grave
his manners are not holiday-like,
does he know what lies ahead?
My workers have done it well
the palaces of fumes and fire is ready
it shall consume his enemies, Duryodhana’s
not mine, what is there for me
I might just be killed either ways
by my master or his enemies
not all perfumed waters of Arabia
will cleanse my hands of the ashes, the ashes of the dead
the powerful, the most loved of the people
My duties are bound
so are my morals,sadly
his word is my command
By fire shall they die, the Pandavas
in the palace that I built for them
one of such exquisite beauty
I wish it to be seen and admired
it’s going to be a sight to watch
those trapped voices
and the palace that burns down.
PS: Purochana is the architect of the wax palace that was intended to kill Pandavas.