Abhimanyu

The sun rose blood red, as conch shells blew
The thirteenth day had come through.
His eyes shone, like the rays themselves, 
Son of the greatest, a fierce warrior himself
Father to the future he changed the course of war. 
He had entered the vicious circle 
Leaving the others behind by far.
Kins turned enemies, battle against blood, 
Away from his own even, alone, he stood. 
He pulled out the sword, arrow and knife, 
Picked up the wheel, refusing to give up his life.
Seven against one, how great was he? 
Laid down at sunset, lifeless at sixteen.
The darkest night followed, 
Broken rules, cruel killings. 
Blood shook the throne of Dharma, 
Or was it Adharma finally unveiling?
The darkest night is here again, 
To remind us of the thirteenth night, 
How a brave heart fought with honour, 
Against and for the people 
Who weren't just as brave.

~ Suranya