In Jaigarh Fort, a legend sleeps,

Jaivana Cannon, history keeps.

Crafted in an age of might,
Eighteenth century’s grand delight.

Maharaja Jai Singh’s pride,
A giant made, with strength worldwide.
One hundred kilograms of fire,
A single shot, a range admired.

Legends tell of Chaksu’s lake,
Formed by a test fire, a mighty quake.
Barrel adorned with peacock’s grace,
Elephants and ducks, a carved embrace.

High on wheels, it proudly stands,
With floral designs by artisan hands.
Silent thunder, never in anger shot,
A legacy grand, yet battles not fought.

My five-year-old’s eyes opened wide,
At the sight of this colossal guide.
“Is this a dragon?” he asked in awe,
Touched by history, without a flaw.

The cannon rests, silent and grand,
In Rajasthan’s warm, golden land.
Legends spun, in verse we sing,
With drama, rhythm, history’s ring.

Amid the drizzle of tales untold,
The giant’s lore, forever bold.
A journey through time, a visitor’s glee,
With Grandpa’s lessons, wild and free.