Eklavya Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

In forest a deep young boy stood
With a dream inside his heart
He wished to learn the archer's skill,
And play a noble part.

To Dronacharya's ashram he came
And bowed before his feet
But he was not for him
His hope faced harsh defeat.

He made a statue of sand
He calls the statue Dron
In silent woods he was trained
Till skill and focus came.

A barking dog disturbed the peace,
Its cries rang sharp and long,
With arrows swift yet gentle aim,
He stilled it without wrong.


Prince Arjun saw the silent hound,
And felt a sudden fear,
"How can there be a greater one?
My rival must be her

"O child, if I am truly guru,
Then give what I demand."
Without a pause he cut his thumb,
And placed it in his hand.

His skill grew faint, his bow fell still,
Yet brighter shone his name,
For sacrifice and faithful heart
Brought him immortal fame.
His skill grew faint, his bow fell still,
Yet brighter shone his name,