This is a poem about Krishna and Karna the night before Karna will be killed in a battlefield of kurukshetra.. Karna is brave and the only warrior that Arjuna fears.Karna is infact elder brother of Arjuna through mother kunti. Kunti abandons Karna as hewas conceived by the Son god when she was still a virgin.Neither Karna nor Arjuna know that they are brothers.(I think only Bhishma,Krishna and Kunti herself knew about it).Karna,Krishna and Bhishma are my favourite characters from Mahabharata and they represent three different yet all noble ideals.Karna is righteous but he is on the side of unrighteous Duryodhana ,the eldest of Kauravs(opposing side).For a simple reason that Duryodhana was always loyal to Karna and he respects karna's bravery .Everyone else including Pandavas despise him as he is not of noble blood.(Though actually He is of noblest blood).Karna was invincible in battle.He was the General of Kauravas Army.He was killed by Arjuna as he was mending his chariot and was not carrying his bow.According to Rules of battle you cannot kill a person when he is repairing his chariot.Arjuna stuck him with an arrow from behind(that is considered cowardly) and Krishna had it sanctioned .Karna here is standing by the river at night ....and on the opposite side of river their is Camp of Krisna and arjuna.....Krishna knows Karna is going to be killed the next day...and karna has intuition about it too...Here it goes.










Start :Title -The noble Knight

He stood alone,by the night,
he the warrior, noble and bright:
as he feared,the tyrannous cause
of this silence,of ephemeral pause.

River azure and gentle, stuck in flow,
reflected the Moon, its melancholic glow,
Perplexed by the scene, the slow nightshine,
a chill passed through, his warrior's spine.

He touched his sword ,dead and cold.
no sign of warlore, it should have told.
Night grew dark ,yet more clear.
Noble knight now trembled ,not with fear.

A note flew by ,followed by another
His ear now alive,trying to gather.
it broke through the silence:ay, Tyrant.
shaking his whole grounds ,Twas Vibrant.

faster the melody now,denser the tone.
something stirred,he was not alone..
who plays a divine melody,He wondered..
on a very land ,where brothers are murdered..

when the lone cloud ,unmasked the fair moon.
the reason of his tears,was revealed soon...
an old friend: now a new enemy,by the other shore..
their eyes met just for once, so says old lore..

his feet trembled ,the warrior finally knelt..
he looked up for sky ,for what future upheld..
divinity itself ,a proof by its own...
he was thus lifted,from the land of the known...

he glanced through his life,a fleeting moment...
it was all so clear,nothing to torment..
his days by the Ganges,his love for his land...
his mother's consoling arms,His father so grand...

then his handsome youth,though denied and disesteemed..
By insolence of the rich,biased for the creamed...
love of the hated,and hatred of the loved..
his strong arms and dark eyes, now glowed...

the figure on other shore,now teary with sorrow
knew the fate ,that was to be sealed tomorrow..
morrow the Raadheya be no more, deceived by a 'righteous' fraud...
but here shall remain the only mortal ,envied forever by the God...


-Rohan Thackeray