I wouldn’t turn into a teen for another two years and for me a puppy meant a toy, one of many that we had. He still seemed to remember his mother and would not play as we wanted him to.
#PORUS AND HIS ELEPHANT BY MARY DOBSON SERIES#
His namesake was the clever detective of a DD National soap opera, a series that we loved to watch (we weren’t even teens and that was a series whose contents could be fathomed completely by our minds). But his then looks didn’t giveaway the dark golden hue and a robust, if short, built dog he would develop into. Actually he looked as good as one can when one is a mixed breed of a German Shepherd and a Lhasa Apso. He was just a month old and didn’t look too attractive. It would take me 15 years and a few days to realize the pain. It was the cry of someone who knew that she won’t be seeing a loved one again in her life. So we hid him in a gunny bag and moved stealthily across the lawn. He was her son and we did not want her to know that we were taking him away. It was through that lawn that we (me and my younger brother) had to take him with us. His mother was basking in the sun in the lawn on a fine winter afternoon. I do not claim it to be the complete historical truth but what the folk tales and bards have passed down. I found this while going through my old documents so thought to share with everyone. Note: I wrote this poem a long time ago, sometime in early 2008. It was they who gave the principles of justice and peace Greatest among all nations were Aryavarta and Greece Who against all odds, fought and cleared the test Never again was such a scene witnessed in any of the landsĪ tribute this is to the two heroes of the east and the west ‘Will you be my friend as I now set you free?’Īnd there on the banks of Vitasta, the two shook hands ‘O king of five rivers’, said Alexander, ‘I bow before thee.’
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Here was finally a man, he was looking for among so many He was now looking at one in a civilization so ancientĭumbstruck he stood, staring curiously at his enemy Never since his father had Alexander seen a man so magnificent ‘As a king should treat a king’, answered Porus, as proud as ever ‘How should I treat thee?’, asked Alexander, brave and clever He still kept his head high, though he was in great pain Presented before the victor was he, bound in a heavy chain It was nature that defeated Porus, history can easily proveĪn arrow struck him in the heart and he fell from his steedīut stout-hearted was he, this battle was not his last deed He summoned all his forces for the one last fightīut look! Stuck in the wet earth the chariots won’t move The heavy chariots which could make even impossible happenĬharging towards him was the Companion Cavalry with all its might Porus still had with him his supreme weapon Seeing the fury in his eyes the beasts ran for cover Hephaestion was with him, his friend, companion and lover He rallied his men again with cries of Zeus and OlympiaĪroused again were the sons of Greece and Macedonia They were being killed, who till now were the killersīut Alexander was far from over his temper was hotįlashed in his mind the memories of Bucephalus and the Gordian Knot The invincible were being crushed under the pillars The soldiers of the west had never seen such a beast His elephant warriors flanked the enemy from the east Porus commanded his seasoned troops to move forth
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If only he could guess, where the heathen enemy would landĪnd then it happened the Greek phalanx moved in from the north Porus, the lord of his lands, knew that the victory was at hand Sparks came in his eyes just a river lay between him and his dream ‘How will he lead us across?’, soldiers of Alexander were curiousĪ swamp, his spies discovered, was in the river somewhere upstream On the muddy fields, Porus would defend his nation nonethelessįlooded was the mighty river, the flow was furious On the banks of Vitasta, the two armies were to meetĭeath danced all night in anticipation of a big treatĪll through the previous night the God of Rain was relentless
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The Companion Cavalry of the west, as always, was fearless To repel the invader, the soldiers of Aryavarta were restless His lands were fed by the hard-work of the farmerĪnd his army was composed of chariots laden with armour His greatness lay not in lineage, but pride and toil On the west stood Alexander, the son of ZeusĮverything, but the dominion of the world, he would refuseĪt Gaugamela he had crushed the might of PersiaĪgainst him no match were the armies of Egypt and Scythiaīut behold! On the east stood Porus, the son of soil None dared to put his hand in the lion’s den Two and a half thousand years have passed This poem is a tribute to the two warriors.Īlexander and Porus, painted in 1673 by Charles Le Brun In 326 BC, a fierce battle was fought between Alexander the Great and an Indian prince, Porus, on the banks of river Jhelum (then known as Vitasta in Sanskrit and Hydaspes in Greek).