Ravan saw from the roof top,
The Vanara warriors came up,
From all the sides armed well,
For him it was a scene of hell.
Ram also saw the Lanka City,
Well guarded by demons army,
And he gave orders to attack,
“Go forward, don’t look back.”
With all the drum beats,
And the trumpet blows,
From both sides armies,
Moved on a collision course.
Bodies mangled, slaughtered,
Massacred, strangulated,
Everywhere were scattered,
With a river-like bloodshed.
Boulders flew like missiles,
Arrows like torrential rains,
As the wounded soldiers’ cries,
Echoed right upto the skies.
Scenes of strong individuals,
Engaged in tough duels,
Went on hand to hand,
Club to club, sword to sword.
Ravan’s son, Indrajit,
Serpent darts he shot,
That made Lakshman and Ram
Unconscious, bound by them.
Ravan brought Sita to the site
Of Ram, to deceive her sight,
But later Trijata, her well wisher,
Told that still alive they were.
They were no more to fight,
Everyone, both sides, thought,
When Vulture Garuda appeared,
The serpent darts disappeared.
The Vanaras were happy,
To find them healthy,
With all force they attacked,
The enemy front got detached.
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