"draupadi" poems - Hello Poetry

They tell me to stick to my roots because roots lead up to shoots. They tell me to stick to my origin unaware of how it acts as a prison, My roots are Draupadi's hair that was twisted and lugged, my roots are Panchali's saree that was tugged. My roots are Sita's wrist Ravana wrested, my roots are where Ahalya's chastity rested. My roots are parasites that eat up its own herb and **** my roots are rat snakes that eat up its own tissue and meat. My roots are flames of fire that created and watered the plant of Sati, my roots are pools of blood and long ropes that drowned and hanged LaxmiBai and Moolmati. My roots are the dish misogyny flavoured with patriarchy, my roots are naked streams of Ganga washing off their lynching and anarchy. My roots are all the poison Shiva drank during the churning of the sea, my roots are Dhritrashtra's aspirations and ambiguity. My roots are its own herbivore, my roots are the lava that burns its own floor. And my roots are my flesh and bone, so I am stitched to my roots altogether, all alone. So as I cut my own roots, my roots chop me, hence I stick to my roots while my roots remain free.

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC

Kirangoswami

Grounded

They tell me to stick to my roots because roots lead up to shoots. They tell me to stick to my origin unaware of how it acts as a prison, My roots are Draupadi's hair that was twisted and lugged, my roots are Panchali's saree that was tugged. My roots are Sita's wrist Ravana wrested, my roots are where Ahalya's chastity rested. My roots are parasites that eat up its own herb and **** my roots are rat snakes that eat up its own tissue and meat. My roots are flames of fire that created and watered the plant of Sati, my roots are pools of blood and long ropes that drowned and hanged LaxmiBai and Moolmati. My roots are the dish misogyny flavoured with patriarchy, my roots are naked streams of Ganga washing off their lynching and anarchy. My roots are all the poison Shiva drank during the churning of the sea, my roots are Dhritrashtra's aspirations and ambiguity. My roots are its own herbivore, my roots are the lava that burns its own floor. And my roots are my flesh and bone, so I am stitched to my roots altogether, all alone. So as I cut my own roots, my roots chop me, hence I stick to my roots while my roots remain free.

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In Mahabharat, Yudhishthira was considered as the most Pious Soul. He was considered as Epitome of Virtue and it is said he did not commit any mistake, except one half lie. At the End of Mahabharat Epic, when All Pandavas tried to Venture to ascend to Heaven alive, it was the Yudhishthira only, who ascended into Heaven Alive. During the Way to Heaven, all other four Pandavas , including Draupadi died. It is said that Yudhishthira was so Pious , Vrtuous and so truthful that his Chariot Never touched the Ground. Because of Truthfullness, Right fullness , he practised in his whole life, his Chariot Never Touched the Soil. Such was greatness of Yudhishthira. However, Yudhishthira had to Visit Hell for some time where he saw all his brothers including Draupadi tortured. Even Karna was also seen being tortured in Hell. Later Yudhishthira was explained that he did committed a half sin in his life as he lied regarding death of Ashvatthama. It is said that this was the only half sin , which he committed in his whole life. This was the only reason, Yudhishthira had to visit Hell. But what about Betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble. Mahabharat is totallysilent on this aspect. In Mahabharat , Yudhishthira was not held guilty for betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble and loosing her. Yudhishthira used his Wife as Good. I think this is one of the most heinous crime committed in Mahabharat. Yudhishthir Must had to be held guilty for that. But instead, this was rationalized. During the Exile, when Bhim and Arjuna held Yudhishthira responsible for all this, Sage Vyas reached there and told them story of Ram and Lakshmana that how Lakshmana left his wife for his brother Ram. Thus Yudhishthira was protected by Vyasa. It is a matter of Great Surprise to me that Mahabharat did not consider betting of wife in Gamble, A Sin. In my view betting of wife Draupadi in Gamble , by Yudhishthir is the most heinous crime , he committed and for this he was not worthy of entering into Heaven alive, like other Pandavas and Kauravas. All Rights Reserved I am the author of this Article. This Article is my Original work. I hold all the right in relation to my Article, as available in law. No body is entitled the use this Article , or any part thereof in any form without written consent from me. Ajay Amitabh Suman

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Mar 29, 2018

Mar 29, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC

ajayamitabh7

What was Yudhishthir's Greatest Sin?

In Mahabharat, Yudhishthira was considered as the most Pious Soul. He was considered as Epitome of Virtue and it is said he did not commit any mistake, except one half lie. At the End of Mahabharat Epic, when All Pandavas tried to Venture to ascend to Heaven alive, it was the Yudhishthira only, who ascended into Heaven Alive. During the Way to Heaven, all other four Pandavas , including Draupadi died. It is said that Yudhishthira was so Pious , Vrtuous and so truthful that his Chariot Never touched the Ground. Because of Truthfullness, Right fullness , he practised in his whole life, his Chariot Never Touched the Soil. Such was greatness of Yudhishthira. However, Yudhishthira had to Visit Hell for some time where he saw all his brothers including Draupadi tortured. Even Karna was also seen being tortured in Hell. Later Yudhishthira was explained that he did committed a half sin in his life as he lied regarding death of Ashvatthama. It is said that this was the only half sin , which he committed in his whole life. This was the only reason, Yudhishthira had to visit Hell. But what about Betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble. Mahabharat is totallysilent on this aspect. In Mahabharat , Yudhishthira was not held guilty for betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble and loosing her. Yudhishthira used his Wife as Good. I think this is one of the most heinous crime committed in Mahabharat. Yudhishthir Must had to be held guilty for that. But instead, this was rationalized. During the Exile, when Bhim and Arjuna held Yudhishthira responsible for all this, Sage Vyas reached there and told them story of Ram and Lakshmana that how Lakshmana left his wife for his brother Ram. Thus Yudhishthira was protected by Vyasa. It is a matter of Great Surprise to me that Mahabharat did not consider betting of wife in Gamble, A Sin. In my view betting of wife Draupadi in Gamble , by Yudhishthir is the most heinous crime , he committed and for this he was not worthy of entering into Heaven alive, like other Pandavas and Kauravas. All Rights Reserved I am the author of this Article. This Article is my Original work. I hold all the right in relation to my Article, as available in law. No body is entitled the use this Article , or any part thereof in any form without written consent from me. Ajay Amitabh Suman

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how many rapes jokes does it take to be funny? he knows the answer is none. no one had to tell Amnon the sin in taking Tamar, nor was Duryodhana confused when he patted his thigh mocking Draupadi, nor Dusshasana dumb when attempting to disrobe her. yet you chant men need to understand, to read and watch our unending torment to understand evil.

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Jun 30, 2020

Jun 30, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC

KRBanerjee

he knows

how many rapes jokes does it take to be funny? he knows the answer is none. no one had to tell Amnon the sin in taking Tamar, nor was Duryodhana confused when he patted his thigh mocking Draupadi, nor Dusshasana dumb when attempting to disrobe her. yet you chant men need to understand, to read and watch our unending torment to understand evil.

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I dreamt of draupadi, birthed by fire foot on black coals smoldering face smothered soot an offering vengeance - mocked, name soiled a scapegoat for war because of a purpose dictated by her father, for laughter imaged from her lips a blame only a man or five, a few producers, even, can shift to a woman.

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC

KRBanerjee

draupadi

I dreamt of draupadi, birthed by fire foot on black coals smoldering face smothered soot an offering vengeance - mocked, name soiled a scapegoat for war because of a purpose dictated by her father, for laughter imaged from her lips a blame only a man or five, a few producers, even, can shift to a woman.

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HAPPY JANMASHTAMI to all my friends. Born was Krishna, specially to destroy evil Killed and conquered He Kans; and many a devil. Also born He was, to love and happiness spread. That's why, Radha's name before Him, is always read. An example fine, of Friendship with Gop, Gopis n Sudama, He set . Draupadi saved He, when Pandavas, her wongly did bet. An ideal to follow, for all these above things, He was. Actions, our own Karma, of happiness or sadness is the cause. If we humans, followed these examples of His; Wouldn't wonderful be this world; simply filled with bliss ? Armin Dutia Motashaw

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC

armin-dutia-motashaw

Har-e Krishna

HAPPY JANMASHTAMI to all my friends. Born was Krishna, specially to destroy evil Killed and conquered He Kans; and many a devil. Also born He was, to love and happiness spread. That's why, Radha's name before Him, is always read. An example fine, of Friendship with Gop, Gopis n Sudama, He set . Draupadi saved He, when Pandavas, her wongly did bet. An ideal to follow, for all these above things, He was. Actions, our own Karma, of happiness or sadness is the cause. If we humans, followed these examples of His; Wouldn't wonderful be this world; simply filled with bliss ? Armin Dutia Motashaw

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HAPPY JANMASHTAMI to all my friends. Born was Krishna, specially to destroy evil Killed and conquered He Kans; and many a devil. Also born He was, to love and happiness spread. That's why, Radha's name before Him, is always read. An example fine, of Friendship with Gop, Gopis n Sudama, He set . Draupadi saved He, when Pandavas, her wongly did bet. An ideal to follow, for all these above things, He was. Actions, our own Karma, of happiness or sadness is the cause. If we humans, followed these examples of His; Wouldn't wonderful be this world; simply filled with bliss ? Armin Dutia Motashaw

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC

armin-dutia-motashaw

Krishna

HAPPY JANMASHTAMI to all my friends. Born was Krishna, specially to destroy evil Killed and conquered He Kans; and many a devil. Also born He was, to love and happiness spread. That's why, Radha's name before Him, is always read. An example fine, of Friendship with Gop, Gopis n Sudama, He set . Draupadi saved He, when Pandavas, her wongly did bet. An ideal to follow, for all these above things, He was. Actions, our own Karma, of happiness or sadness is the cause. If we humans, followed these examples of His; Wouldn't wonderful be this world; simply filled with bliss ? Armin Dutia Motashaw

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Mimic the voices of the dead And watch me come alive Every time I am Devi’s version of Draupadi I laugh in the face of oppression First, I let them stab and crush me With a calm face I let them purge my blood out Like rubber from trees I let my bruised hands and legs Shine like trophies Then I mock Mockery is a clever woman’s tradition Passed down like a river I mock Them all I laugh while my ******* dangle Emptily I let their ego burn down Ferociously And even when I’m buried I will laugh my heart out from the grave And my mockery will haunt humanity For centuries And my dried blood On your skin Will never fade I am immortal Even in the grave I speak.

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Jul 3, 2025

Jul 3, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC

fathimavalliyangal

The Immortal

Mimic the voices of the dead And watch me come alive Every time I am Devi’s version of Draupadi I laugh in the face of oppression First, I let them stab and crush me With a calm face I let them purge my blood out Like rubber from trees I let my bruised hands and legs Shine like trophies Then I mock Mockery is a clever woman’s tradition Passed down like a river I mock Them all I laugh while my ******* dangle Emptily I let their ego burn down Ferociously And even when I’m buried I will laugh my heart out from the grave And my mockery will haunt humanity For centuries And my dried blood On your skin Will never fade I am immortal Even in the grave I speak.

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The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight. The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night. Situations whirl around me. Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired. But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta. Soft, eternal, and unshaken Do what is necessary Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava Moments rise and fall Karma spins its golden wheel. In the center of it all Like a flickering diya in the wind Like Draupadi with folded hands I stood… still. Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired. Until something touched me Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light Like the jyoti of Arunachala. The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe. It said: When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action. Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you. When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad. Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength. So I bow Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance. I do not run after answers. I do not ask the winds to calm. I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence. That ties duty to devotion. Lets love carry its weight. With no need for reward.

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Apr 11, 2025

Apr 11, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC

Sarayu

When duty meets devotion

The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight. The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night. Situations whirl around me. Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired. But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta. Soft, eternal, and unshaken Do what is necessary Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava Moments rise and fall Karma spins its golden wheel. In the center of it all Like a flickering diya in the wind Like Draupadi with folded hands I stood… still. Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired. Until something touched me Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light Like the jyoti of Arunachala. The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe. It said: When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action. Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you. When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad. Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength. So I bow Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance. I do not run after answers. I do not ask the winds to calm. I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence. That ties duty to devotion. Lets love carry its weight. With no need for reward.

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