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I AM THE SON OF THE SUN - RADHEYA



My Birth,
a childhood mistake,
of my innocent mother.
An untimely experimentation,
Of a well deserved boon.
Curse not the sage who granted,
Curse not my ashamed mother,
Curse not my helpless father,
Curse not anyone, it was my destiny,
and I had to play !


My life,
tactfully coloured,
with haunting childhood dreams.
with unconditional love
from my unfortunate foster parents.
With passion for a skill of the kshatriya clan
to which I knew not I belonged.
With the purest form of loyalty
to those who stood by me.
with mistakes, unforgivable.
With my generosity and courage,
well  acclaimed.
with battles against my foes
who unexpectedly turned to be my brothers.
With consistent curiosity and rage
to tear up the curtain of illusion
and peep into the intentionally buried reality !

 My death ,
On a battle ground.
Unlike any other warrior,
the result of an unintended lie
to my beloved guru.
With a million dormant questions,
about the purpose of my life,
death seemed to gift me,
this Sun’s child called Karna,
with abundance peace
that life had never offered!

                - (C)Vasanthi



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