Ekalavya,
On the Teachers' Day,
Coming,
What will you
To your indirect teacher,
Drona,
Pontifical Dronacharya,
The teacher of the king's sons,
Not your teacher,
But that of Arjuna?
Thumb,
Your thumb,
Do not,
Do not do that.
What,
What are you, Ekalavya,
You a Kol,
A Bheel boy,
I know it that
You respect your teacher,
But your teacher
Biased and prejudiced,
Old and conservative.
He will not,
Will not like you,
Ekalavya,
And Dronacharya
Asking you to cut the finger
Did he a greater sin
Which history of education
Will not,
Will not forgive him,
Forgive him
A teacher so inhuman
In the company of the Kshatriyas,
A Brahmin so biased.
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