Yudhishthira's Ashwamedham 02

(2)Dhritarashtra After the war had ended, Dhritarashtra lived in peace So everybody was given to believe; But, with life, he was never at ease. Life was a bitter pill for him to swallow. Born with no light in his eyes Was he denied his rightful throne Had to swallow the pain when Pandu, his brother, was anointed the King. He lived a life of self-induced Solitude, always felt humiliated Living at the mercy of the King Unacceptable to his self respect. He felt humiliation complete when The bride Bhishma had found for him Decided: like her husband-to-be she would lead a life sans light too. Now again he had the same feeling Of humiliation gnawing at his heart: He was living on the charity Of the new King, Yudhishthira. More than everything, the absolute loneliness Failed him: he had lost in the war All his hundred sons and his son-in-law Apart from all his grandchildren. The victorious Pandavas led by Yudhishthira Paid a visit to him, seeking his blessings Before Yudhishthira had his Abhishek as King And Dhritarashtra did not hesitate to wish him well. But, when Bhimasena was announced He could not control his emotions, For it was Bhimsena himself, who had killed All his hundred sons, by his own hands. When he welcomed Bhim into his arms, Krishna stopped him and pushed in an iron statue In the musala-like arms of Dhritarashtra strong The statue broke into powder in seconds. Much to the chagrin of all those present Trying to conceal his glee, but unsuccessfully, feigning that the death of Bhim was just an accident He started to wail, but who would believe him! Krishna now pushed Bheemasena to him Saying, "O' Dhritarashtra! I knew your designs And so, what you've broken into dust Is, but a statue of Bhimasena cast in iron. "There is no cause for your sorrow But, definitely mend your ways And live a life of peace and prayer So, the doors of heaven open for you."