She looked at the child in her hand

“This child is yours” the sun god told

Her curious innocence crumbled to sand

As she looked at the child in her hand

Dishonour and disgrace the echoes would bring

For the unmarried princess of the benevolent king

Now has a son, the echoes would say

And those echoes will never go away

Sage Durvasa had given her this boon

He had warned her not to use it too soon

The boon to ask any god for a son

If not she might regret what she had done

And now she regrets what she did

She is now stuck with a problem she longs to get rid

As she went against the sages advice

Now for her mistake she is paying the price

Loud whispers would never soil the land

If not for the smiling child in her hand

Thousands of thoughts started pouring in

Of how the world would curse her for this terrible sin

“Like a forest destroyed by the smallest fire

This little mistake will ruin my life entire

How do I get rid of this mistake?

This child, by any means, how do I forsake?”

A mighty noise distracted her cry

As she saw the mighty Ganga flowing nearby

The mighty river, revered to erase all woe

Seemed like a solution to Kunti’s sorrow

In a small raft she put the boy

This seemed like the only way to her joy

And into the river she let him go

And watched him go away in the river’s flow

At last, on her, the truth shone

That the boy in the river was her child own

She was reminded that she was a mother still

And her logic did her heart finally kill

“My son, my son is flowing away! 

My own son did I betray,

Flowing away is my little boy!

My own child did I just destroy!

He is my son at the end of the day!

He is my son and he is flowing away!

Oh god! Oh god! What have I done!

With my own hands I let go of my son”

She weeped at the sight of him flowing ashore

As she ached to hold her son once more

Trusting her the little soul had come to land

Yet she her self let go of him from her hand

Burst forth her eyes, salty steams

And her heart ached with silent screams

Even the heavens heard her whispered cries

As agony poured out from her eyes

Kunti remembered the little eyes that looked at her

And looking at his mother how happy they were

She remembered his loving, innocent face

Of how comfortable he was in her embrace 

She remembered the only boy who made her a mother

And about the rest of the world she couldn’t bother

Of the state of her honour she couldn’t care

For the burden of her lost son she will forever bear