Satyawati -18
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18. Generations
The boys grew up
Handsome young men
Loved by one and all
As princes of Hastinapura.
Their elder brother
Devabrata, trained them
In arms. They grew up
As renowned warriors.
Revered by all girls around
Proud of their handsome bodies
As princes, they got everything
Without asking, even girls.
Not just the servant girls,
From the nobility too.
Childhood pranks, I thought
Smiled inside, feigned anger.
Always in the company
Of girls, even before me.
A little reverence shown
Only to jyestha, Devabrata.
I tried to bring order, but failed
Boys are boys. I wanted to speak
To Devabrata. Before I could,
But, the worst happened!
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