Another poem of Karna

Into the stone my wails I whispered

The story of my fretful past

When the pride and courage conferred

All but scattered and shall not last

I can hardly feel the glow

And with arrival of dire words it arose

It came to pass the hard blow

Departed from my mother they engross

I must face truth of disruptive

Arch enemy which I despise the most

Turns out to be my blood relative

And fate forced me to pay the cost

Yet shall I fight along them rather?

To cast a hatred upon my own kin

While deep inside my conscience quiver?

Gallantry shall not be within

No, they are my nourisher

Despicable and disdainful they be

Yet from my scarcity they foster

From a Sudra into a Ksatria they let me be

Oh, shall I cross the path?

Facing against my own nurturer

Dauntless maybe I hath

Yet to die I shall be eager

A poem of Karna

O sing my tethering torment
And behold the direful impediment
I am mired here in sorrowful vale
Moaning, for great is my bale

Gloomy darkness rolled upon my head
Engulfing me, ghastly mist cast upon me dread
Gait in fretful pace, I set forth to a cliff
From a lofty place, my stare I lift
Into Kurukshetra, the vast wilderness of massacre

Great Kaurawa march, boiled with ire
And from their eyes, flashed the living fire
O Great Kaurawa, whose name I adore as hallows
Ye, who nourished me in times of my hollows
From whom my puissance forged
And from whom my pride conferred

And before me, my kin contend
Burned with insatiate hate, their lance ascend
Ready to cast their assault
O Pritha, mother most disdained
Prayers and tears shall plead in vain

For I speak what wisdom should conceal
And fiendish truths, invidious to the great, revealed
Shall I place myself along my brothers with valor?
And let folks upon myself abhor
Or shall I fight along Kaurawa fully savage?
Into the last breath of my courage