Draupadi

she comes to me
across the dust of many millenia
the woman born from the holy fire
of Drupad's yagnakunda
she, the dark hued one
beloved sister of Krishna,
precious wife of five
of the mightiest men in the land
she stands there, her hair loose, wet
stained crimson with the blood
of her oppressor, Dushashana,
she looks at me and I cannot bear
the burning agony of her gaze
I cannot bear the heat that seared
every pore of her desecrated body for years
no, she had not forgotten
she had not let anyone else forget,
the blaze of her insulted womanhood
had burnt to ashes numberless men
and had darkened the battlefield
of Kurukshetra with blood

~ Rwits
Remembering Jyoti Singh Pandey(Nirbhaya)

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