Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Drona was supposed to be a guru,
He asked for the thumb of his student,
An Archer of all Archers,
He did not want Arjuna to loose,
At the hands of Ekalavya.
India commemorates sportsmanship,
By honouring the best coaches in sports,
With Dronacharya awards.
I always knew the government was dumb,
I always knew it was bland and smelled of dung,
But I never knew it was so blatantly vulgar,
And spiritedly nude.
Eklavya was lucky, it was only a thumb.
Comments about this poem (Dronacharya Awards by Hardik Vaidya )
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