The Last Sin Standing
It has been ages, A thousand dusks and countless dawns Have passed over my immortal head. Once, I was a gallant knight Charm without limits, Pride and power coursing through my veins But Madhav, cursed me. made me undead. And I blinded by the glory of valour, By the arrogance of youth Took it as a gift, not knowing its weight. If only I had begged Begged for mercy. If only I had asked not for glory, But for death. How long I have yearned for it, The peace of perishing. I witnessed my father’s fall, My brothers-in-arms turn to ash, Felt the fire of that cursed battle A righteous war, A war said to be just, But soaked in the blood of dharma. Mass annihilation. A battlefield echoing with the cries of the fallen. And yet… (I remain .) Like Kurukshetra itself Sacred, yet stained My soul bears the blood Of those I could not save, Or chose not to. My body, still youthful, unwithering Yet my mind, A rotting vessel, Eroded by memories I cannot forget. Each day, I raise my eyes to the sky, Prayi...