Abhimanyu short poem

One had destiny hurled on to him
while he was still in womb,
other had destiny splattered on him
the moment he fell for her.
One was charming, young and exultant
when he died
other was inert, old and withered
when he died.
Both knew half the story,
both were ruled by calamity,
both were warriors in their own right
both were called Abhimanyu.

Both died all alone
far from madding crowd,
far from loved ones,
both the demises were celebrated
by the vanquishers,
both the demises were commiserated
by the one left behind,
both of them chose the path
on which they were to tread,
never knowing that
It was always meant to be
both were called Abhimanyu

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Intriguing verse @zyborg. So much to think about and yet if you had given a writer’s note perhaps the juxtaposition of the historic context to the present would have been clearer in the minds of the readers..Not all our readers are from India..