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