A thousand Dushashans
Stripping women cloth by cloth.
In their tearful agony,
They cry and wail. Disrobed and dishonoured.
A strange world where everyone is- either Gandhari or Dhrithrashtra.
Or bound in their debts of apathy.
No Krishna this time , woman
You must stand (yourself), to protect your honour.
Let they fear your wrath. Pick your choicest weapon.
Yagnaseni, you are born from fire. From Sati to Kali transform.
Stripping women cloth by cloth.
In their tearful agony,
They cry and wail. Disrobed and dishonoured.
A strange world where everyone is- either Gandhari or Dhrithrashtra.
Or bound in their debts of apathy.
No Krishna this time , woman
You must stand (yourself), to protect your honour.
Let they fear your wrath. Pick your choicest weapon.
Yagnaseni, you are born from fire. From Sati to Kali transform.
wandering dervish midnight sun
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