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The skilled archer , his way he had lost -
In his own forest, a great destiny he sought .
After years of practice the inner fire had been lit -
The hidden arts ,now he shalt tame with sheer grit.
Bare-footed he treaded, when he heard his voice;
But what he saw made him lose all his poise -
A mystic figure stood with a mighty bow in his hand -
Surrounding him,many young heroes obeying his every command.
He was Drona- the great ! of the legends and the lores
Whose godly wisdom was revered across all shores .
Trembling he cried as the guru was in his own land.
He fell begging to his feet .Destiny's flame had to be fanned.
"Teach me the knowledge that shall parch my thirst
Master, So many harsh days i have toiled and traversed"
A rough voice spoke - " your crude archery i shalt not refine
For you possess neither the talent nor the secret bloodline!
Leave this place at once for i dont perform any charity !
If i spot you again my arrows shalt not show you pity. "
Shaken but unperturbed he returned to his home.
His master he had found, no more shalt he roam.
The image of the master he sculpted an idol life-size
And With his prana he remarkably brought it to life.
Cut off from the world, his arduous training had begun.
lovingly The hidden arts, the master taught to his son.
With the master's grace great levels he ascended ,
And The veil of ignorance had been successfully lifted.
Like a bhramar that is drawn to a brilliant lotus in the sludge ,
His mastery, the world had to accept without a grudge .
Word of his skills had spread so far and wide .
One day, he found the master Drona standing on his side.
Bowing in respect - to touch his feet down he bent ,
Drona just asked him from whom he had learnt.
With folded hand he said - " It is you my lord ,
Please touch my head and recognise your ward."
"Your teacher if it i that you claim to perceive
As a dakshina to me what will you give? "
"Master! For you my world is yours to take,
Anything i can gladly give up for your sake."
But what the master spoke left him numb.
"In Arjuna's name i demand your right thumb."
With a prayer to his god, he took Drona's arrow,
And cut off his thumb without the slightest sorrow
He laughed- " Master here, Go ahead take my finger
But by God! from the idol , you really taught me better! "
And so faded the legend of this great forest archer -
And history did naught but blur his pitiful departure.
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