Abhimanyu
Born of valor, son of flame,
In Kuru’s halls they sang his name.
Arjuna’s blood, Subhadra’s grace,
A lion’s heart, a shining face.
Within his mother’s womb he learned,
The art of war, the wheel that turned.
Yet fate withheld the final key,
A half-told tale of destiny.
He strode to battle, fierce and young,
Where warriors’ chants of thunder rung.
Alone he faced the Chakravyuh’s snare,
A single soul —against legions there.
His fall was dawn for Kuru’s night,
His blood became the lamp of right.
Though slain, he rose in every name—
Abhimanyu, eternal flame.
~ Naira

Thanks for sharing it with us 🙏❤️
Recently watched Kurukshetra on Netflix....and your writing though 🔥