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Synopsis: MAHABHARATA

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Image credit @ Tamil and Vedas

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Vyasa recited, without meditation

Ganapati scribed, grasping tradition

The Universe froze, for the coming

Mahabharata, the beginning

This transpired, when memories

Were history’s repositories

From devas, gandharvas, rakshasas

The epic flowed to humans via yakshas

Vyasa conceived and Ganapati brought it forth

Janamejaya evoked, Suta the story told

For all Humanity to embrace

Pendulum swings for the human race

Vichitravirya beget two sons

Dhristarashtra, the first born, blind

Hastinapura, jewel in the crown

Went to Pandu, his younger son

The seeds of discord thus sowed

The cosmic stage for blood ploughed

Of players, playing fleeting parts

To enlighten and light a path

Pandu’s offense led to years of penance

To the forest with his two wives he went

Kunti and Madri, bore him sons five

The seeds of Pandu, the Pandavas

Pandu’s soul to Swarga Loka departs

His sons to the holy Rishis, to play their parts

To school the princes in Vedanta, Vedas

The code of the kshatriyas and the arts

The Brothers Pandavas led by Yudhishthira

Age sixteen, return home to Hastinapura

They quarrel with the hundred Kauravas

Sons of the blind steward, Dhristarashtra

Bhishma, the celibate, the perfect knight

Intervened, their heritage to divide

The Kauravas remained in Hastinapura

The Pandavas retired to rule Indraprastha

Affection feigned without, enmity festered within

Stoked by many, especially by Uncle Sakuni

A trap laid, an invitation to wager all in a lottery

Yudhishthira the honest played old Sakuni who lacked probity

In keeping their date with destiny

The Pandavas lost their everything

Justice stood still, as covenant ran wild

The Pandavas and wife again exiled

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After twelve harvests and the thirteenth out of sight

The Pandavas returned to reclaim their birthright

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Denied by Duryodhana, the Kauravas’ first born

Lands turned wet with blood and tears, kith and kin asunder torn

As foretold, the Kauravas worsted, the Pandavas bested

The mighty and the meek, their songs into history, vested

This, the sketch on living lives, O People, it will swell

With sublime teachings drawn from an ever brimming well

 

——————————— Copyright @ Eric Alagan, 2013 ———————————

It is presumptuous for anyone to write a ‘synopsis’ of so great and rich an epic as the Mahabharata.

Please pardon the great white spots.

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