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In exile , Mother Kunti and the Pandavas were moving helter skelter,
When a brahmin couple in a village graciously offered them shelter.
The couple had a daughter and a younger little son;
For some time, life for the Pandavas was quite peaceful and fun.

Then a day came when they heard from the hosts a lot of wailing,
It turned out- to sacrifice himself- each member was indeed fighting.
On insistent enquiry by the gracious Kunti , out came the strange fact;
The king in helplessness had with a demon Bakasur made a terrible pact.

 That every family would by turn send a member with loads of food to the demon;
The food would be greedily consumed and then the member would be eaten!
Now that the turn had come for the Brahmin family for the dreadful offering,
Wife, daughter, son and father each in noble sacrifice wanted to be the one going.

But then Kunti, the gracious Pandava mother would have none of it;
Saying that, “As guests of yours, it befits us to do our bit.”
Thus the powerful Bhima was soon on the way with the day’s food;
But after eating the food himself, Bhima  killed Bakasur, for the public good.
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