He lies near the stinking pond <br />filled with guts and blood; <br />all around him-devastation and death. <br />Himself a half-carcass, <br />his thighs and testes smashed <br />by Bhima's illegitimate blow, <br />broken in several places, <br />left to die, <br />his twisted face lights up again <br />at the macabre apparition- <br />Ashwatthama. <br />And as this angel of death <br />narrates the tale of the final <br />slaughter-how he stole into <br />the Pandava tents after dusk <br />putting to the sword <br />every man, woman and child, <br />Duryodhana's smashed, bleeding, <br />mouth-wound replies: <br />"Good, good, good.' <br /> <br />[From The Used Book]<br /><br />Makarand Paranjape<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duryodhana-s-last-word/
