Tired, Ravan came alone,
Back home crestfallen,
With his head downward
And his rage upward.
He ordered his army of men
To wake up Kumbhakarn
Who, by a curse, slept
For months, as a habit.
Drums were beaten,
Conches were blown,
His body was shaken,
By thousands of men.
O’er his body, elephants walked,
With cudgel he was belabored.
Slowly his eyes, he opened,
Pushed them aside and yawned.
Pots of blood, heaps of meat,
And barrels of wine kept
Ready to quench his thirst,
And satisfy his voracious appetite.
After finishing his food,
Like a tall tower he stood,
What the urgency was?
He asked for its cause.
The emergency, he realized,
And to Ravan’s palace rushed.
He would kill them, he said,
Also drink their blood.
They saw a mini-mountain,
Moving towards enemy line,
When they saw the giant,
Kumbhakarna in front.
When he aloud roared,
Vanaras feared and fled.
After their chiefs struggled
They were reassembled.
He had a close encounter,
With Sugreeva, the aggressor,
Who escaped from the site,
With wounds in the fight.
Vanaras a lot were crushed,
And many were pressed,
Under his heavy feet,
Thus faced utter defeat.
This catastrophe Ram saw,
The arrows from his bow,
Severed his limbs one by one,
And his head in the last run.
Thus his end came to their relief,
But this news threw Ravan in grief.
Who felt his right hand was cut,
And his life then was in threat.
Till then all the care he took,
So that none entered Asoka Park.
He reinforced the defences again
And returned with his mental pain.
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