Satyawati -28
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28. End of the Tunnel
Krishna, the Dwaipayana,
My first-born, came one day
I know not how he divined
My anguish, unending tears.
In the deep forest in penance
Without taking food or water
For many long years on a go
He was a horrible sight.
Not having taken a bath for ages
Hair grown dirty with sweat and dust
His offensive smell announced him
Well before he entered the palace.
In him I found the answer
To all my prayers: he is my son
As Prince Vichitravirya was,
His half-brother like Devabrata.
"Ye shall father Vichitravirya's sons"
I commanded the Dwaipayana.
Consented he, "but I need a year
For my ablutions, so the progeny is the best".
But, I had no patience
And sages are like wind
Know not where they go
And when shall they return.
"It is now or Never", I decided.
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