By Shwetha Chandran
The prince of Gandhara,
vicious to all, liberal to none.
But bend his morals he would,
if it was his sister, concerned.
Proposal of marriage,
on Gandhari, it fell.
A blind prince intended,
from a dominant realm!
Fight or flight,
neither could he choose.
Pitamaha's might,
a force none could refuse!
Lost and betrayed,
his leg he stabbed.
A reminder of the oath
he then secretly clad.
Standing beside her,
he moved every coin.
A brother’s devotion,
with a vengeance entwined.
From manipulating
the court of Hastinapura.
With agility parallel to the great Vasudeva.
The loving uncle,
in the palms of the Kauravas.
He spun his webs with dice,
fate sealing the Pandavas.
He was it -
the true Antagonist!
Alas! He died,
not with dignity’s grace.
Yet all he did was just
a man’s misguided embrace.
Not all in the Mahabharat
share bonds so deeply drawn.
Unlike our dearest uncle,
Shakuni Mama!