The angst
Pigeon shit drops
unseen on
His Honor’s ample nose
He is blind
Gambled away by her husbands
unclothed in public
Draupadi cries
in the Kuru court
for compassion dignity justice
Ideals fall to artifice
wisdom freezes in fear
Elders become hapless voyeurs
media retails salacious tidings
Shakuni grinds his artful axe
No son of mine can ever be guilty
His Honor booms
caresses his nose
the goo sticks to his fingers
he sniffs
grimaces
manages a straight face
Draupadi’s rants go unheard
Krishna’s celestial song
leaves the audience cold
Duryodhana bellows
Now tell me
who is omnipotent
and eternal
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