You got cursed again and again
In truest sense, they went in vain.
Killed you blessed by sages and gods
Though his methods and goals at odds.
Someone else's thumb you didn't need
Only thing you knew was to give indeed.
You had a shield that meant to protect
That you gave to someone with a pretext.
Your teacher was sleeping on your lap
Suffered the insect biting, saved his nap.
He woke up and gave something in return
A cruel curse that you will forget the lesson.
In the name of Dharma they fought the war
You had a word to keep and a trust to fight for.
They changed their ways and won the crown
Generosity had gained synonym of the noun.
