Prafulla Kumar Mohanty's
DRAUPADI - VIII
She raced on the obliging steed
much to the chagrin of the trainer
miles she went breathing verdant
virgin air in lungfuls humming
a folklorish tune when she saw
children and women bathing in Begabati
she slowed to a trot and watched the girls
play pucci on the
banks in clamorous frolic.
Draupadi never played pucci,
she didn't
know what childhood growing up was
a sigh came out of her riding dress
she did not alight for she knew she would
distract the women and children:
Let them swim and enjoy their freedom,
she pulled the reins and went past
in memory reviving pace to the Akhada,
tried archery and
sword fight in earnest.
She was dripping wet, the sweat drops
on her face dazzled in the morning sun
her escorts led her to the palace
all satisfied no harm
has come to the Princess.
Alpana removed her riding dress
she noticed a ring of sweaty gleam
around Draupadi's
nipples piercing
the silk brassiere, aureole.
A liquid pearl moon shines on your
proud breasts, your
navel too is pearly,
Draupadi in mock anger said: Yes
The moon loves my orbs and slyly
entered my inner garments to taunt
Alpana's eyes - Go,
prepare my bath
and give me a sandal oil massage,
Alpana ran saying Yes,
Princess.
A mischievous smile teasing her lips.
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