Dronacharya By Reena Saxena

No words.

The Machinery - A literary collection.

Illustration by Arushi Gupta Illustration by Arushi Gupta

I taught them how
to hold the bow, and aim.
There is no parrot
In the boughs today
I am the target.

I was invited by Power
to share Wisdom
with Hope for the future.
and equip a generation
to face the battle of Life.

I sold knowledge
for wealth
not for survival
but riches for myself.
It was all I had to sell.

Or so, I told myself
in self-deception.
The package that I sold
included Ethics and
Independent Action.

I watched the dance
of Death and Destruction
and did nothing.
“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you”,
I was sternly told.

I tried to flee the grave
veiled by Shame and Guilt,
their hands pushed me back again.
The world watched with horror,
the cemetery that I built.


About the Author

Reena Saxena

“The actors in the drama were shaped by him, but he was neither…

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Posted on October 27, 2016, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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