Eklavya,
How had it been
Guru Drona
That
He asked for
For your thumb,
Expertise thumb
As for guru-dakshina,
His guru-dakshina
And you gave,
Gave it
As your dakshina,
Dakshina
To him!
Why,
Why did you
Cut
Cut and give
To him,
To him,
Eklavya,
Eklavya,
Was it good,
Good on your part
To cut,
Cut and give to him?
Gurru-dakshina; Reward to the reverend teacher
Eklavya was a tribal forester pupil seeing the royals practising archery with the ancient expert guru from a hiding to fail it all.
And Dronacharya the proud Brahmin was their royal teacher archer. How could he to a poor tribal forester boy? Not even in a dream.
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