Draupadi

By Mansi Jani

In the halls of Hastinapur, her voice commanded.

In Draupadi’s gaze, flames of passion ignited.

Beauty akin to the glow of the swan,

her presence exudes a regal aura like a dawn.

With each step, courage danced around her,

Queen by heart, no desire to conquer.

Her spirit shines like a moon,

embodies the essence of the holy tune.

With love and compassion, she shielded her dynasty,

in Govind’s friendship, she finds solace and harmony.

A quiet strength in which her truths are found.

Smiles like rustles in the trees while hiding her wound.

As the wind of fate weaves her story thread.

Her destiny swayed, with each word shred.

Like a divine lotus in the midst of life’s murky pond,

she rised above undaunted and strong.

By Mansi Jania