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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