Satyaki, your good disciple
From your friendly circle,
He'll, any moment, be here.
He's a man with no fear."

Like this Krishna spoke,
I received a shock.
"Krishna, Is he right?
No. The place why he left? "

"We kept him to prevent,
There any untoward event.
It's my brother I'm worried about,
Something went wrong, I doubt."

Satyaki was stopped by Bhurisravas.
Though cousins, they were foes.
Among them, a severe fight arose.
Satyaki's death came too close.

His right hand, Bhurisravas lost,
When Arjuna sent a shot.
By then, up Satyaki stood,
And cut Bhurisravas's head.

The decisive hour came,
Nervous everyone became.
Duryodhana told Karna,
To take care of Jayadratha.

Both Satyaki and I,
They jointly attacked Karna.
I broke through the cordon.
My attack on Jayadratha began.

A few hours before sunset
He wasn't killed yet.
Happy was Duryodhana,
Over the failure of mine.

Dark the sky became.
Out Jayadratha came.
As the sun wasn't seen
On the setting horizon.

"Arjuna, this is the time,
To pay him for his crime.
Now shoot and kill him.
The cause for darkness I'm"

The moment Krishna said,
I cut Jayadratha's head
With a shaft that went straight,
And it reached its target.

"Arjuna, his head you send,
Thro' your shafts to the end,
With speed and no gaps,
To fall on his father's laps."

As Krishna said
I so did.
His father also died,
With his son's head.

The fight on the other end,
It came not to an end.
Sun sets or not, never mind,
They didn't wait to find.

Every rule was flouted.
Not a code was observed.
No unarmed was spared.
No head count for the dead.

Day fourteen brings with it endless night,
For my soul is engulfed in a fire so bright.
Abhimanyu is gone, my son, my pride,
And now there is no peace left inside.

The Kauravas will feel my wrath this day,
For dharma calls, but revenge leads the way.
Krishna holds my reins, guiding me still,
But my arrows fly with a deadly will.

I tear through their ranks, a storm in my wake,
Every life I take for Abhimanyu's sake.
The world grows dark with each passing blow,
Yet Krishna reminds me of dharma's glow.

But revenge has consumed me, blind and deep,
As I send the Kauravas to their eternal sleep.
The day ends, though my fury remains,
Only vengeance seems to soothe my pains