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Vijayalakshmi Harish Sep 2012
Abhimanyu Avenged!
Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 2012
the loss of a child is truly great
it leaves strong men weakened
no wonder then that for Arjuna
it felt like the earth had shaken
and shifted from its axis
leaving his world broken
he forgets that he is the Great Warrior
in this moment he is a father
should he be heartbroken
as his son is dead?
or rejoice
as he died a hero’s death?
or anger
at its unfairness?
in a momentary madness he rages,
“who dared to hurt my darling boy?
who dared my Gandiva defy?
and how was it that he fell alone
weren’t any of you close by?”
under his fierce gaze Yudhisthira trembles
“I’m sorry my brother, I feel your pain,
Abhimanyu was our son too,
foolishly we sent him to his death
that guilt will plague us to our dying day,
but know this-
we tried to protect him
like an egg protects a yolk
we had him surrounded
but fate had other games to play
Jayadratha, King of Sindhu
was our opponent that day,
he played his trump card-
the boon he received from Mahadeva which states
that he shall be able to defy our combined might
on a day that yourself and Keshava are away
against destiny who has a say
he held us prisoner in a duel
and let Abhimanyu escape
deeper and deeper into the cruel clutches
of the Chakravyuha he strayed
the price for our foolishness, with his blood he paid”
Arjuna’s anger now had a target
Jayadratha would his mistake regret
The wielder of the Gandiva makes
A terrifying promise –
“If by sunset tomorrow
Jayadratha’s head does not lay
bleeding in the earth’s embrace
then I shall immolate
myself in the fiery blaze
my name shall be stained with eternal shame”
“why such harsh words, Partha?”, asks Krishna,
“why take such a hasty oath,
what if you fail? Abhimanyu is gone
but there are others
whose dependence upon you is just as it was”
“But Keshava”, Arjuna retorts,
“it was you who had a complaint,
that my arrows had no fire,
that my fighting was spiritless
that I was shirking the Dharma of a warrior,
so now that the flames of passion
are fuelled by my loss
why do you tell me dampen
my vengeance, and besides
with you as my charioteer,
friend and guide,
I am assured
That success will be mine”
“So be it Partha,
It may be that destiny has decreed
that you are Jayadratha’s nemesis,
but be aware, that it will not be easy
our enemies will seize upon this opportunity
to shame you and rid themselves of you
Jayadratha will be well guarded
and if we get past the Kaurava army
to Jayadratha, you must employ
the Pasupatastra-that mighty weapon
gifted to you by Mahadeva himself”
this decision made, they await
the fourteenth day
in the Pandava camp there is anticipation
in the Kaurava camp fear, and anxious preparation
Jayadratha in mortal terror,
would rather the battlefield avoid,
and turn his back and be called a coward
than face Arjuna’s undefeatable missiles
but under Drona’s advice and assurance
he fearfully stays
The fourteenth day dawns
even the Sun God seems excited
he wishes he could stay and watch
the outcome of the fight this day
but the sun cannot stop
it must do its duty
just like the warriors on the battlefield today
soldiers wither as Arjuna’s wrath
falls as bolts of lighning
assisted by the brave Satyaki
five akshauhinis are decimated
but within a triple vyuha
Jayadratha is still safe
waves and waves of warriors come
and to Yamaloka dispatched
but Jayadratha is not yet encountered
and the sun is low upon the horizon
Fatigue overtakes the battlefield
and the end seems near
in a few minutes the sun will have set-
for the Kaurava’s a welcome relief,
for the Pandava’s their greatest fear!
now Arjuna seems to panic
now he gives in to despair
wishing he could hold back the sun
just till he can exact his revenge!
Krishna realizes his Partha’s plight
for the sake of justice he must act
with clever insight
this embodiment of the divine
eclipses the sun
behind Narayana’s discus
it is hidden
the world believes
that the sun has set
the mighty Arjuna has fallen!
The Kuarava’s scream in delight,
The Pandava’s crestfallen
Arjuna hangs his head in desperation
he has been unable to fulfill his oath
unable to avenge Abhimanyu’s death
from hiding Jayadratha emerges
cowardly rat now seemingly a lion
“Arjuna, fulfill your promise”, he jeers
“let us see you get on the pyre,
foolish warrior that you are
you dared to clash with
the Kaurava might
now see where your stupidity
has led you, like son like father!”
the entire Kaurava host laughs
overjoyed at seeing Arjuna lost
the greatest of their enemies
will now commit suicide
forever this humiliation
will haunt his brothers
and they shall lose faith
drop down their weapons in
futility and depression
and the war shall be won!
as they rejoice in their ignorance
Krishna intervenes,
suddenly the sun comes out again
bright and shining, as if to say,
“Arjuna is not defeaten!”
Now the tables are turned-
The Kaurava army falls in disarray
in the Pandava camp loud hurrays!
Conches are blown and the fighting resumes
For the second time that day
Jayadratha out in the open feels
The presence of Yama
And Arjuna, his spirits reawakened
looks like a fiery tower
his eyes blazing coals
Krishna speaks: “Quick Arjuna! Do not hesitate
a moment longer,
dispatch your Pasupata with haste,
but remember Jayadratha’s other boon-
the one given to him by his father
that the one who makes his head roll,
will have his own burst into a thousand pieces”
Arjuna obeying stretches his bowstring
The Pasupata is loaded,
a short prayer to Mahadeva said,
the arrow becomes the messenger of death
severing Jayadratha’s head off his shoulder
an expression of shock-the last look on his face
for a moment his body stands
and then falls with a thud to the ground
the Pasupata carries the head afar,
outside the battlefield and deposits
it in the lap of Jayadratha’s father
who seeing the disembodied head his son
lets its fall on the ground in shock and awe
and instantly in fulfillment of the boon he gave
his head explodes into a thousand fragments
the Sun God bids adieu
now the day is done
the oath is fulfilled,
Arjuna still lives,
The Kauravas are filled with dread
for they know that Arjuna will not cease
his anger will not be appeased
with only the death of Jayadratha
he will now be a fiercer
and a stronger foe
On the Pandava side
Victory drums beat
Abhimanyu has been avenged!
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
19.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
it leaves strong men weakened
no wonder then that for Arjuna
it felt like the earth had shaken
and shifted from its axis
leaving his world broken
he forgets that he is the Great Warrior
in this moment he is a father
should he be heartbroken
as his son is dead?
or rejoice
as he died a hero’s death?
or anger
at its unfairness?
in a momentary madness he rages,
“who dared to hurt my darling boy?
who dared my Gandiva defy?
and how was it that he fell alone
weren’t any of you close by?”
under his fierce gaze Yudhisthira trembles
“I’m sorry my brother, I feel your pain,
Abhimanyu was our son too,
foolishly we sent him to his death
that guilt will plague us to our dying day,
but know this-
we tried to protect him
like an egg protects a yolk
we had him surrounded
but fate had other games to play
Jayadratha, King of Sindhu
was our opponent that day,
he played his trump card-
the boon he received from Mahadeva which states
that he shall be able to defy our combined might
on a day that yourself and Keshava are away
against destiny who has a say
he held us prisoner in a duel
and let Abhimanyu escape
deeper and deeper into the cruel clutches
of the Chakravyuha he strayed
the price for our foolishness, with his blood he paid”
Arjuna’s anger now had a target
Jayadratha would his mistake regret
The wielder of the Gandiva makes
A terrifying promise –
“If by sunset tomorrow
Jayadratha’s head does not lay
bleeding in the earth’s embrace
then I shall immolate
myself in the fiery blaze
my name shall be stained with eternal shame”
“why such harsh words, Partha?”, asks Krishna,
“why take such a hasty oath,
what if you fail? Abhimanyu is gone
but there are others
whose dependence upon you is just as it was”
“But Keshava”, Arjuna retorts,
“it was you who had a complaint,
that my arrows had no fire,
that my fighting was spiritless
that I was shirking the Dharma of a warrior,
so now that the flames of passion
are fuelled by my loss
why do you tell me dampen
my vengeance, and besides
with you as my charioteer,
friend and guide,
I am assured
That success will be mine”
“So be it Partha,
It may be that destiny has decreed
that you are Jayadratha’s nemesis,
but be aware, that it will not be easy
our enemies will seize upon this opportunity
to shame you and rid themselves of you
Jayadratha will be well guarded
and if we get past the Kaurava army
to Jayadratha, you must employ
the Pasupatastra-that mighty weapon
gifted to you by Mahadeva himself”
this decision made, they await
the fourteenth day
in the Pandava camp there is anticipation
in the Kaurava camp fear, and anxious preparation
Jayadratha in mortal terror,
would rather the battlefield avoid,
and turn his back and be called a coward
than face Arjuna’s undefeatable missiles
but under Drona’s advice and assurance
he fearfully stays
The fourteenth day dawns
even the Sun God seems excited
he wishes he could stay and watch
the outcome of the fight this day
but the sun cannot stop
it must do its duty
just like the warriors on the battlefield today
soldiers wither as Arjuna’s wrath
falls as bolts of lighning
assisted by the brave Satyaki
five akshauhinis are decimated
but within a triple vyuha
Jayadratha is still safe
waves and waves of warriors come
and to Yamaloka dispatched
but Jayadratha is not yet encountered
and the sun is low upon the horizon
Fatigue overtakes the battlefield
and the end seems near
in a few minutes the sun will have set-
for the Kaurava’s a welcome relief,
for the Pandava’s their greatest fear!
now Arjuna seems to panic
now he gives in to despair
wishing he could hold back the sun
just till he can exact his revenge!
Krishna realizes his Partha’s plight
for the sake of justice he must act
with clever insight
this embodiment of the divine
eclipses the sun
behind Narayana’s discus
it is hidden
the world believes
that the sun has set
the mighty Arjuna has fallen!
The Kuarava’s scream in delight,
The Pandava’s crestfallen
Arjuna hangs his head in desperation
he has been unable to fulfill his oath
unable to avenge Abhimanyu’s death
from hiding Jayadratha emerges
cowardly rat now seemingly a lion
“Arjuna, fulfill your promise”, he jeers
“let us see you get on the pyre,
foolish warrior that you are
you dared to clash with
the Kaurava might
now see where your stupidity
has led you, like son like father!”
the entire Kaurava host laughs
overjoyed at seeing Arjuna lost
the greatest of their enemies
will now commit suicide
forever this humiliation
will haunt his brothers
and they shall lose faith
drop down their weapons in
futility and depression
and the war shall be won!
as they rejoice in their ignorance
Krishna intervenes,
suddenly the sun comes out again
bright and shining, as if to say,
“Arjuna is not defeaten!”
Now the tables are turned-
The Kaurava army falls in disarray
in the Pandava camp loud hurrays!
Conches are blown and the fighting resumes
For the second time that day
Jayadratha out in the open feels
The presence of Yama
And Arjuna, his spirits reawakened
looks like a fiery tower
his eyes blazing coals
Krishna speaks: “Quick Arjuna! Do not hesitate
a moment longer,
dispatch your Pasupata with haste,
but remember Jayadratha’s other boon-
the one given to him by his father
that the one who makes his head roll,
will have his own burst into a thousand pieces”
Arjuna obeying stretches his bowstring
The Pasupata is loaded,
a short prayer to Mahadeva said,
the arrow becomes the messenger of death
severing Jayadratha’s head off his shoulder
an expression of shock-the last look on his face
for a moment his body stands
and then falls with a thud to the ground
the Pasupata carries the head afar,
outside the battlefield and deposits
it in the lap of Jayadratha’s father
who seeing the disembodied head his son
lets its fall on the ground in shock and awe
and instantly in fulfillment of the boon he gave
his head explodes into a thousand fragments
the Sun God bids adieu
now the day is done
the oath is fulfilled,
Arjuna still lives,
The Kauravas are filled with dread
for they know that Arjuna will not cease
his anger will not be appeased
with only the death of Jayadratha
he will now be a fiercer
and a stronger foe
On the Pandava side
Victory drums beat
Abhimanyu has been avenged!
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
19.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Gandiva : Arjuna's divine bow
Mahadeva: Lord Shiva
Keshava: Another name for Krishna
Partha : Another name for Arjuna
Pasupatastra: A weapon gifted to Arjuna by Lord Shiva
Akshauhini: Ancient battle unit consisting of 21,870 chariots (Sanskrit ratha); 21,870 elephants; 65,610 cavalry and 109,350 infantry.
vyuha:battle formation
Yamaloka: the realm of Yama, the God of Death/The Underworld
Narayana : Lord Vishnu
Jayadratha: Once while trying to abduct Draupadi, the wife of the Pandavas, Jayadratha was humiliated by the Pandavas. In order to avenge his humiliation, he underwent rigourous penance to please Lord Shiva from whom he received a boon that he could hold all the Pandavas at bay for one day when Arjuna and Lord Krishna were not around. He used that boon on the day Abhimanyu was to enter the Chakravyuha, thereby preventing the Pandava brothers from protecting Abhimanyu. He was thus the root cause of Abhimanyu's death.
Jayadratha also had another boon from his father, i.e; who ever caused the head of Jayadratha to fall on the ground, will be killed immediately by having his own head burst into 1000 pieces.
Mahadeva: Lord Shiva
Keshava: Another name for Krishna
Partha : Another name for Arjuna
Pasupatastra: A weapon gifted to Arjuna by Lord Shiva
Akshauhini: Ancient battle unit consisting of 21,870 chariots (Sanskrit ratha); 21,870 elephants; 65,610 cavalry and 109,350 infantry.
vyuha:battle formation
Yamaloka: the realm of Yama, the God of Death/The Underworld
Narayana : Lord Vishnu
Jayadratha: Once while trying to abduct Draupadi, the wife of the Pandavas, Jayadratha was humiliated by the Pandavas. In order to avenge his humiliation, he underwent rigourous penance to please Lord Shiva from whom he received a boon that he could hold all the Pandavas at bay for one day when Arjuna and Lord Krishna were not around. He used that boon on the day Abhimanyu was to enter the Chakravyuha, thereby preventing the Pandava brothers from protecting Abhimanyu. He was thus the root cause of Abhimanyu's death.
Jayadratha also had another boon from his father, i.e; who ever caused the head of Jayadratha to fall on the ground, will be killed immediately by having his own head burst into 1000 pieces.
Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 2012
~~~ The thirteenth day at Kurukshetra
verily an unfortunate day
for this is the day a hero falls
the likes of which were never seen again
there he stands on his chariot but his face is clouded with worry
his armour shooting arrows of light mind disturbed by confusion
truly he looks like the son a David among Goliaths he stands
of the king of the night a mammoth task on his youthful shoulders
his uncle, the king must be protected
his father is away
the enemy has planned a tricky strategy
a war formation-which only he knows how to break
The Chakravyuha or Padmavyuha as it is called
in the shape of a circular lotus it is arranged
a deadly trap like a venus fly-catcher
death is certain for those who enter
“I know how to enter, he laments but my lovely mother fell asleep
but of how to escape it I am unaware uninterested in the skills of warfare
my father taught it to my mother so I learnt only how to enter
when I was in her womb and of knowledge of the exit I was deprived”
“Go forth bravely”, his uncle says,
we’ll follow you closely
no one can harm even a hair
on your head while we are there
and so Abhimanyu enters
a hero-true to his name
with courage in his heart
and the Lord’s name on his lips
he prays, ‘let me make my father proud today” so rapidly do his arrows fly
like a lion he is fierce, like an eagle swift that they remain unseen to the eye
ten thousand soldiers fall only their stabbing tip is felt
under his wrathful gaze before the receivers keel over and die
the brave warrior forges on
unaware of the goings on
his uncles have been trapped behind
he’s alone behind the enemy line
when he realizes the danger
its far too late
a true warrior does not his fate berate
bravely onwards he wanders
finding chinks in the enemy’s armour but treachery raises its ugly head
he is Yama himself incarnate alone he battles a crowd
into every heart he strikes a mindless fear Karna, Drona, Vrshasena, Salya, Durmashana
claiming lives as he plans an escape Duryodhana, Dussasana, Lakshmana, Aswathhaman
and Kritavarman all surround
scavengers against this lonely lion
Karna does his bowstrings break
and Kritavarman leaves him chariotless
multiple arrows upon him rain
he is now grievously wounded
yet unnerved and undaunted
he rises with sword and shield in hand
he challenges his attackers thus, come one by one and I shall be glad
“O mighty warriors, this cowardly act to give you a good fight
does not your stature befit, the laws of war and in this fair combat befitting kings
do not prescribe for many to stand against one may the best man win”
but his plea for fairness went unheard
Karna breaks his shield and Drona cuts his sword
unarmed and bleeding he employs
his chariot wheel as a final defense
but corruption is a cruel master
that ruled the minds of his attackers
together in all injustice
they smash the chariot wheel to smithereens
they laugh their wicked laughs with deceitful swords he is felled
and rejoice at Abhimanyu’s helplessness but even in death he is dignified
to his honour and their ignominy his only regret is that he shall not live to see
with ruthlessness they strike his queen, Uttara and his child
but as he thinks of his father
his heart is filled with pride
“look father”, he screams to the skies
“your son has died a hero’s death”
“against many Maharathis he has stood his ground
and fulfilled his dharma - he hopes you are proud
his last wish is that you should avenge
the treason that has driven him to this end”
with these last words poor Abhimanyu - his words echoed
he leaves this world filling the battlefield with dread
the villains around him dance his uncles hear his bellowing roars
in a shameful victory celebration and know that their beloved is dead
with their mind-numbing sorrow
comes their unquenchable fear
how will they let their brother know
that he must light his son’s pyre
with bloodshot eyes they swear
that his noble death will be avenged
and then they fall deeper in sorrow
as the sun sets upon their beloved
his blood mixes with the earth his death shall be a reminder
as the Gods rain praises above him that honour comes not with age
“here lies a true champion but by one’s actions is one’s worth determined
unbeaten and courageous ascend Abhimanyu to the heavens!”
The thirteenth day at Kurukshetra
verily an unfortunate day
for this is the day a hero fell
the likes of which were never seen again
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
16.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
verily an unfortunate day
for this is the day a hero falls
the likes of which were never seen again
there he stands on his chariot but his face is clouded with worry
his armour shooting arrows of light mind disturbed by confusion
truly he looks like the son a David among Goliaths he stands
of the king of the night a mammoth task on his youthful shoulders
his uncle, the king must be protected
his father is away
the enemy has planned a tricky strategy
a war formation-which only he knows how to break
The Chakravyuha or Padmavyuha as it is called
in the shape of a circular lotus it is arranged
a deadly trap like a venus fly-catcher
death is certain for those who enter
“I know how to enter, he laments but my lovely mother fell asleep
but of how to escape it I am unaware uninterested in the skills of warfare
my father taught it to my mother so I learnt only how to enter
when I was in her womb and of knowledge of the exit I was deprived”
“Go forth bravely”, his uncle says,
we’ll follow you closely
no one can harm even a hair
on your head while we are there
and so Abhimanyu enters
a hero-true to his name
with courage in his heart
and the Lord’s name on his lips
he prays, ‘let me make my father proud today” so rapidly do his arrows fly
like a lion he is fierce, like an eagle swift that they remain unseen to the eye
ten thousand soldiers fall only their stabbing tip is felt
under his wrathful gaze before the receivers keel over and die
the brave warrior forges on
unaware of the goings on
his uncles have been trapped behind
he’s alone behind the enemy line
when he realizes the danger
its far too late
a true warrior does not his fate berate
bravely onwards he wanders
finding chinks in the enemy’s armour but treachery raises its ugly head
he is Yama himself incarnate alone he battles a crowd
into every heart he strikes a mindless fear Karna, Drona, Vrshasena, Salya, Durmashana
claiming lives as he plans an escape Duryodhana, Dussasana, Lakshmana, Aswathhaman
and Kritavarman all surround
scavengers against this lonely lion
Karna does his bowstrings break
and Kritavarman leaves him chariotless
multiple arrows upon him rain
he is now grievously wounded
yet unnerved and undaunted
he rises with sword and shield in hand
he challenges his attackers thus, come one by one and I shall be glad
“O mighty warriors, this cowardly act to give you a good fight
does not your stature befit, the laws of war and in this fair combat befitting kings
do not prescribe for many to stand against one may the best man win”
but his plea for fairness went unheard
Karna breaks his shield and Drona cuts his sword
unarmed and bleeding he employs
his chariot wheel as a final defense
but corruption is a cruel master
that ruled the minds of his attackers
together in all injustice
they smash the chariot wheel to smithereens
they laugh their wicked laughs with deceitful swords he is felled
and rejoice at Abhimanyu’s helplessness but even in death he is dignified
to his honour and their ignominy his only regret is that he shall not live to see
with ruthlessness they strike his queen, Uttara and his child
but as he thinks of his father
his heart is filled with pride
“look father”, he screams to the skies
“your son has died a hero’s death”
“against many Maharathis he has stood his ground
and fulfilled his dharma - he hopes you are proud
his last wish is that you should avenge
the treason that has driven him to this end”
with these last words poor Abhimanyu - his words echoed
he leaves this world filling the battlefield with dread
the villains around him dance his uncles hear his bellowing roars
in a shameful victory celebration and know that their beloved is dead
with their mind-numbing sorrow
comes their unquenchable fear
how will they let their brother know
that he must light his son’s pyre
with bloodshot eyes they swear
that his noble death will be avenged
and then they fall deeper in sorrow
as the sun sets upon their beloved
his blood mixes with the earth his death shall be a reminder
as the Gods rain praises above him that honour comes not with age
“here lies a true champion but by one’s actions is one’s worth determined
unbeaten and courageous ascend Abhimanyu to the heavens!”
The thirteenth day at Kurukshetra
verily an unfortunate day
for this is the day a hero fell
the likes of which were never seen again
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
16.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
In the Indian epic Mahabharata, Abhimanyu is the son of the Pandava Arjuna and Subhadra the sister of Lord Krishna. He is thus the nephew of the other four Pandava brothers. Since Karna is also a son of Kunti, he also was a nephew to Karna, one of his murderers. Though Abhimanyu and the other Pandavas were unaware of this fact, Karna was cognizant of the relationship, which is what makes the killing of Abhimanyu a particularly heinous crime.
He is husband to the Matsya kingdom's princess, Uttarā, who was pregnant with his child Parikshikt at the time of his death.
Abhimanyu is also said to be an incarnation of Varchas, the son of the Moon God.
The Mahabharata records that Karna was instrumental in the killing of Abhimanyu. Karna asks Drona how Abhimanyu can be killed to which Drona replies : "Abhimanyu is young, his prowess is great. His coat of mail is impenetrable. This one's father had been taught by me the method of wearing defensive armour. This subjugator of hostile towns assuredly knoweth the entire science (of wearing armour). With shafts well shot, you can, however, cut off his bow, bow-string, the reins of his steeds, the steeds themselves, and two Parshni charioteers. O mighty bowman, O son of Radha, if competent, do this. Making him turn back from the fight (by this means), strike him then. With his bow in hand he is incapable of being vanquished by the very gods and the Asuras together. If you wish, deprive him of his car, and divest him of his bow".
Abhimanyu was 16 years old at the time of his death. The name Abhimanyu is a Sanskrit word meaning "heroic".
He is husband to the Matsya kingdom's princess, Uttarā, who was pregnant with his child Parikshikt at the time of his death.
Abhimanyu is also said to be an incarnation of Varchas, the son of the Moon God.
The Mahabharata records that Karna was instrumental in the killing of Abhimanyu. Karna asks Drona how Abhimanyu can be killed to which Drona replies : "Abhimanyu is young, his prowess is great. His coat of mail is impenetrable. This one's father had been taught by me the method of wearing defensive armour. This subjugator of hostile towns assuredly knoweth the entire science (of wearing armour). With shafts well shot, you can, however, cut off his bow, bow-string, the reins of his steeds, the steeds themselves, and two Parshni charioteers. O mighty bowman, O son of Radha, if competent, do this. Making him turn back from the fight (by this means), strike him then. With his bow in hand he is incapable of being vanquished by the very gods and the Asuras together. If you wish, deprive him of his car, and divest him of his bow".
Abhimanyu was 16 years old at the time of his death. The name Abhimanyu is a Sanskrit word meaning "heroic".
Mohit mishra
Jul 2016
(Before read
Abhimanyu was a young and great warrior of the great War of MAHABHARAT. This poem is a part of long poetry written by me and translated by karishma ji.
If you all responded and want to know more about abhimanyu i post next paragraphs)
THANKS KARISHMA JI FOR TRANSLATION)
Poem is:-
Courage knows no limits of age
A battlefield has no role for cowards
Those cannot struggle
Who fear their own mortality
Those who are cowards get scared
and blame others as the cause
Those who break the bounds of time
Are immortalized in history
There are some bounds for God and Devil
However, for man, what is impossible
There one such brave victor of time
A warrior, a winner of hearts
Arjun was his father, Subhadra his mother,
The vigour of bravery runs in his bloodstream.
Yudhistir and Bhim were his uncles,
He was the nephew of Shri Krishna, Bhishma his grandsire
His arms were made of steel, his chest was broad,
His body muscular however gentleness abound
At the age of sixteen he was a shining sun
Drums of war were music to the ears of Abhimanyu
Abhimanyu was a young and great warrior of the great War of MAHABHARAT. This poem is a part of long poetry written by me and translated by karishma ji.
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THANKS KARISHMA JI FOR TRANSLATION)
Poem is:-
Courage knows no limits of age
A battlefield has no role for cowards
Those cannot struggle
Who fear their own mortality
Those who are cowards get scared
and blame others as the cause
Those who break the bounds of time
Are immortalized in history
There are some bounds for God and Devil
However, for man, what is impossible
There one such brave victor of time
A warrior, a winner of hearts
Arjun was his father, Subhadra his mother,
The vigour of bravery runs in his bloodstream.
Yudhistir and Bhim were his uncles,
He was the nephew of Shri Krishna, Bhishma his grandsire
His arms were made of steel, his chest was broad,
His body muscular however gentleness abound
At the age of sixteen he was a shining sun
Drums of war were music to the ears of Abhimanyu
For original poem which is in hindi
See my previous post
See my previous post