Resilience Unveiled- Ashwatthama's Epic Journey

By Subhobrato Mukherjee

Within the tapestry of antiquity's loom,

Unveils a saga of Ashwatthama, veiled in gloom,

Mahabharata's pages, his story unfolds,

A warrior's odyssey, of valour and woes.

Drona's progeny, a princely birthright,

Ashwatthama emerged, a beacon of might,

Yet destiny's web, intricate and profound,

Spun a tale of anguish, a tragic rebound.

From Kripi's embrace, celestial and fair,

Sprang Ashwatthama, a name borne on air,

An epitome of prowess, unmatched, untamed,

In war's artistry, his prowess was famed.

Kurukshetra's plain, where destinies entwine,

Clashes of armies, war-drums did define,

Amidst the chaos, Ashwatthama stood tall,

A paragon of courage, in valour’s enthral.

But as days marched on, and battles did rage,

Fate's cruel hand did turn a bitter page,

In sorrow enshrouded, a twist unforeseen,

His father, Drona, in life's altar between.

Cursed by Krishna's ire, his hand set ablaze,

Brahmadanda's weight, through time's endless maze,

Immortal yet accursed, a lone wanderer's plight,

Ashwatthama's journey, a sea of endless night.

Gems of tears cascading like blood-red rain,

A solitary voyager, burdened by pain,

Guilt's heavy yoke, his constant companion,

A tale of redemption in endless abandon.

Oh, Ashwatthama, enigma of strength and despair,

In the annals of time, your legacy rare,

Mahabharata's tapestry, you stand undeterred,

A symbol of humanity, its virtues and blurred.

Through cycles of ages, your echo shall persist,

A ballad of triumphs and lament's soft twist,

Ashwatthama's chronicle, an ancient lore,

A poignant reminder, forever to explore.

By Subhobrato Mukherjee