Scars Of An Archer: A Poetic Rendition✅

Day 4: Drona's Wrath Unleashed

The fourth day of the battle broke.
Bhisma stood, in front, like a rock,
Amidst Drona, Duryodhana and others,
He gave the soldiers military orders.

The armies both clashed.
I from his side rushed.
In the fierce fight that ensued,
Kauravas' armies were crushed.

I saw Abhimanyu my son.
To help him there was none.
The young hero, single handed,
His position he defended.

Arrows after arrows he sent.
Like showers they all went,
And tore the falling enemies,
Into pieces after pieces.

Now it is Guru Drona’s hand that leads the charge,
His power vast, his anger large.
My teacher, my master, once full of grace,
Now stands as a giant in this deadly race.

He strikes like thunder, his arrows like rain,
And I meet his might, though it brings me pain.
How strange the world, where teacher and student fight,
Each for their dharma, each in their right.

But still, I stand, though the war rages on,
I fight for the truth, until all is gone.
Krishna’s hand guides me, through every strike,
In this cruel dance of death, this endless night.