Drona (A Poem For Eklavya)

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?