Two Plays by Rik Amrit with a Foreword by Arjun Bharadwaj · Chapter 3
Play II: Aśvatthāmā — The Night Vigil
SCENE 1: The Outskirts of the Ruined Camp.
(Distant embers glow against pitch-black canvas. A solitary figure sits with a blood-crusted bow across his knees.)
AŚVATTHĀMĀ:
Let the night remember what the daylight dared not witness. In this silence, lineage is only ash.
They call my wrath a curse, but what was their righteousness if not an orderly slaughter?
(Distant embers glow against pitch-black canvas. A solitary figure sits with a blood-crusted bow across his knees.)
AŚVATTHĀMĀ:
Let the night remember what the daylight dared not witness. In this silence, lineage is only ash.
They call my wrath a curse, but what was their righteousness if not an orderly slaughter?