Had you been
As such biased and prejudiced,
Partisan and partial
In such a way
That asked you
Eklavya
To cut
And give the thumb
As for to make him sit down
In archery
And to giver full credit
And points to Prince Arjuna
As you a trainer of his,
Of the royal gharana
And he a forest boy,
A jungle boy
Seeing stealthily and marking
To be an expert?
Why fault,
Why fault had been his,
Of Eklavya,
O Drona,
Guru Drona,
Say you,
Be not silent,
Speak you,
What,
What had it been the fault
Of Eklavya,
The boy extraordinaire
And even if came you to know about,
Why,
Why did ask for
The thumb of his
As for your gurudakshina,
Why, why did you,
Drona?
Bijay Kant Dubey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drona-a-poem-for-eklavya/
