Fearless Suryaditya

I name you Suryaditya!

In a forest at night, a saint was sitting,
And with his equipment, he was litting,
A fire that will surely protect,
Him from animals as it was a fact,
That they are scared of flames,
The kings used them in their games.

But little did the saint know,
That the flames shall highly glow,
And may attract other conscious beings,
As nearby, in a kingdom, a Danava reigns,
Now Danavas were fierce monsters,
For unarmed humans, they were worse,
As they ate humans to exist
And attacked at night, just like a beast.

The saint had lived in the town since birth
He was unaware of such creatures on earth
He continued his ritual without fear,
But unfortunately, a Danava was near.
After some moments, he heard someone's footsteps,
And opened his eyes, stopping the ritual perhaps,
Saw a tall statured beast, grinning at him,
Making him scared, up to the brim.

He shouted loud, full of fear,
But it felt that no one would hear,
Other than the Danava who did nothing but smile,
And moved towards the saint, weak and senile.

But then at the Danava's face, a stone,
From the left, was thrown,
And then a boy, jumped on him,
Punched his face, making the vision dim,
For the Danava, and twisted his hand,
Threw in his eyes, a fist full of sand.

The saint picked up some burning wood,
And threw on the Danava as fast as he could
The boy took out a dagger to pierce,
The Danava, scary and fierce.
He finally stabbed him on the chest
Before he could run to the west,
Before his death, he heard the boy cry-
"Why, did you actually try?
To hurt this sage, old and wise
Would have eaten an animal, tender and nice."

The dying Danava did listen and reply-
"My master is the one who rules the sky!
Agnibhujanga is what they call him,
Acquiring ten thousand men, is his dream.
So that he can perform the ritual,
But for us, he is even more cruel!
He ordered us to abduct the humans,
Whether they are daughters, or sons."

The boy asked the Danava, just about to die,
Was the ritual true, or just a lie?
The Danava uttered before dying,
" My master is actually trying,
To become unharmed by the weapons,
That are not used by the humans.
As he was slain in his previous life,
By a Yaksha's divine knife,
Blessed by Lord Indra, with thunder,
This time, my master won't do this blunder!"

His words stopped and eyelids fell,
But before dying, he really did tell,
About the abductions that were happening,
The saint then decided to inform the king.

He said to the boy,-" I am indebted,
To you, as you attempted,
To risk your life, just to save me,
Which King's son would you be?"

"My father is a peasant, my mother isn't alive,
I am not sure how did I survive,
As when I was born, my mother died,
Thus, since then, father always tried,
To take care of me just like a mother,
I don't have a sister or a brother.
Father didn't return home from a day,
Maybe he would've been a prey,
To these Danavas, and might be taken,
To the Agnibhujanga, if I am not mistaken."

The saint, put an arm on his shoulder,
Listening the story of the the kid, bolder,
Than many of the warriors he had seen,
He said-," The fate really has been,
All but joy to you, but I think,
Your courage is never going to sink.
O young warrior, you became my sun,
When darkness of death was about to run,
All around me, and hence I name,
You Suryaditya, as you have the flame,
Inside you, that brilliantly glows,
In your eyes which clearly shows,
That you are worthy of this sword of mine,
Accept this, as a gift, and shine!"

He gave a sword to the boy, and then said-
" You can now hold it, young lad,
But many can't even touch this sword
Is is blessed by the Gods of this world.
It kills the beasts with ease,
And no one will be able to seize
It from you, as you are it's owner now,
Many times, it even speaks somehow!"

The lad knelt on his knees,
And accepted the sword, feeling the breeze,
That came from the mountains, and he then said-
" There were a lot who bled,
For the sake of slaying that serpent,
Maybe that's where my father too went,
I shall defeat him with this weapon, divine,
And make sure that this ritual shall decline!"
The saint tried to stop him and spoke-
" To fight that serpent is not a joke!
A thousand men disappeared, just for the same,
This is absolute death! Not an easy game."
The boy laughed and said to him-
" You only said, not to let this flame go dim,
I don't fear death, it's a truth ultimate,
But for my father, I can challenge fate!"

He walked away, laughing, and the saint stuck frozen,
Probably, by luck, he had actually chosen,
The warrior who could bring to an end,
The misery caused by the serpent, and defend,
All those who would become an offering,
In the ritual, that would lead to immense suffering,
To the mankind, and all other life forms,
The serpent may crush them like small worms.

Suryaditya went back to his home, and sat,
Looking closely at the sword, which said-
" Don't become a tyrant, be righteous and kind,
To the welfare of life, devote your body and mind."

He startled, as for the first time he heard,
Something from a sword, and in the world,
There won't be swords that usually speak,
The time had come to protect the weak!

The next morning, he ran towards the mountains,
Not afraid of the thunder and the rains,
He knew that in order to reach the lair,
He had to cross the large forest there,
That was ruled by a Rakshasa, violent,
Eating all the humans alive, who went,
Through the forest, alone,
To death, humans were the most prone.

Fear didn't had a place inside him,
To save his father, was his only dream,
Unbothered by the rumors, he began,
His journey and said,-" Yes, I can!"