Aswathama is dead!
The lament was heard,
The voice sprouted from Yudhishtira's throat.
The tip of the thump that was
holding the arrow slackened;
Drona's mind muddled.
The great teacher put his weapon down;
The picture of dancing torsos ahead,
The sight of frolicking hounds
Hauling, quaffing off blood!
The headless body of beloved son
Torn and hauled by fearless vultures;
The lamp-like eyes in the severed off head
Get soaked in blood alas!
Seer Drona tightened his eyes,but
scenes brightened there clear again.
"Was it better to sever my head
than cutting away my thump?
Asked I then -but you didn't heed
The dark deed turned to be
the symbol of Tutor-Oblation.
Though justice may find out morals
Will the symbol of story remove the flaws?
Will not the lambs that are blown out
be kindled again with fire?
Why can't you absorb the truth, my lord
will time shade out unclouded truths?"
There stands in front Ekalavya!
He is darting the arrows of queries.
Blood is dripping still, and
The wound isn't healed yet!
Drona strained hard to shut his eyes
to fall into the mystic sleep.
Seated in Padmasana the great seer saw
heart rending scenes again.
"Inevitable to the charioteer an Equestrian remedy
It's learning and lessons are inside the the stable!
No horse is born from the ass-womb
Horseman's son, apprehend Dharma"
Karna shoots out ridicule in words
Drona closes his ears with hands
Clouds abounded and the sky got still dusky...
A torrent of dust wind blew...
Armed with sword Drishtadyumna
jumped into the Chariot;
His hand descend on the Guru's hair
A moment's half-The broad blade rose and fell
Rolling and rolling in the dust
Got stuck in the glue of blood!
a poetic symbol got stuck.
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