Where is he,
How is he,
Eklavya,
My Eklavya?
Do not want
Any guru-dakshina
But green fruits
Plucked from the wild.
Calling him,
Want I do talent search,
Continue with it
Without any bias.
Where is talent,
Under which condition,
How to support it equally
My duty.
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