Pauper Poem by manaswini dash

On the dice board of life
Being stupefied by the illusion of Shakuni's dice
I lay wager of all my savings-
my love, my faith and my relation.
I have totally forgotten that cruel legend.
The legend of unfortunate defeat of the Pandavas
and their eventual misfortune.
I forgot the-
helplessness of the religious king Yudhisthira,
meaningless forehead patting of the Pandavas
and the shameless scene of undressing of Draupadi.
I have forgotten that
Shakuni had created those dice
with an intention to win the deceitful game
and to make others loose everything.
I was completely captured by it's illusion.
Acquisitions after acquisitions to my credit
were showered on my fate-
but could not make me satisfied.
With a greedy mind to have more and more acquisitions
I go on putting wager after wager.
Then came my time of loosing.
I have started defeating.
One after another-
all my acquisitions slipped out of my hands.
My helpless sight and my heavy heart
were the two silent witness of that shameful scene.
Now my hands are completely empty.
I have nothing left with me.
I have surrendered my love,
Lost the faith,
and cut off the strings of all the relations.
Only left over was me and my self esteem.
Having no other alternative left for me
I also bet those.
And eventually that happened
what was very obvious.
I lost my own self
And became a witless pauper.