Karna’s ‘Purple’xity

Alpna Das Sharma posted under PenMuse-32 Poetry on 2021-07-20



I could never be like them, they had told me. I was made to believe that their blood was blue, Mine was the ordinary, a boring red. Born as princes, they were warriors so true, Whereas I did not count as a thorough bred. My golden armour, my gilded earrings paled In front of the privileged crowns on their heads My bow and my arrows revolted, but they failed. I must never kill them, begged a certain she. She, who left me with an ignoble couple, Did her blue and their red, make my blood purple?   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!