A Young Warrior

Purananuru 310

O heart
for this lad

once scared of a stick
lifted in mock anger
when he refused
a drink of milk,
not content with killing
war elephants
with spotted trunks,

this son
of the strong man who fell yesterday

seems unaware of the arrow
in his wound,

his head of hair is plumed
like a horse's,

he has fallen
on his shield,

his beard still soft.
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