Gurudev- Pranipaat,
Had you asked me for my life
I would have given it up
Had you asked me for my arms I would give them up
All you asked for was a thumb
I the son of the NishaadRaj
King of the outcastes
HiranyaDhanush
Nothing was too much to give
You cited my lowly caste
Refusing to teach
I had to be an archer
That was my lifelong dream
I could not escape my destiny
And so I learned
Looking at your image
Deep within the jungles
That dog whose barking irked
My sadhana I silenced
With a mouth-plug of arrows
Little did I know
You were near
Or I would have rushed to welcome you.
Arjuna my brother in archery
Made insecure
You had to keep your promise
To him
He had to be the greatest Archer
I have no complaint
But my heart is wrenched
I know people will speak
Finally I got my due
And parted ways with life
At the hands of the blue-hued one
What better way to go
Before I go, though
I write this and hope you will hold me dear
In some corner of your heart.
I hope to come back and be your student once more
ए क ल व् य

I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 #A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)
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