Today, Guru Dronacharya shall tread,
Upon this path ahead.
With Yudhishthira, Bhima, Arjuna so bold,
Nakul and Sahadeva, a tale to be told.

Arjuna's eyes, a blaze so bright,
Shall illuminate the fight,
Upon his lips, the promises made,
Words of triumph, in the air cascade.

The symphony of triumph, a melody so kind,
In dreams it dwells, a treasure to find.
Though its embrace eludes my grasp,
In slumber's realm, its echoes clasp.

Behind the tree, their presence near,
Where my life's story, proud and clear,
Unfolds its astonishing tale so true,
I'll envision them, standing in view.

Gracefully there, Guru Dronacharya's form,
A memory rekindled, a feeling warm,
Once again in my mind's eye,...