Inherited
King dhrupada's children
Knew not of play nor of rest;
All they knew was of rage.
They bore fury
upon their foreheads,
As if it were a family crest.
Their blood seethed,
It boiled with wrath,
Just as their father's.
Fire blazed through their veins,
Through their lungs and brain,
For they were born of it.
Indignation had been embossed
Upon their chests;
Burning through flesh and bone,
Enshrined within their marrow.
King dhrupada's children
Knew not of play nor of rest;
All they knew was of rage.











