Ravan Lives On....

This Ravan has no knowledge but only Pride

Challenging the Creator Himself,

The Ten headed stands firm.

O yes, he fears not death

The one who played Divine sports with Him,

Is now at the aim of His very arrow.

he fights for victory, for his desire!

Oblivious is he, What is victory when none to celebrate?

The arrow leaves Lord's bow,

Dashanand falls down,

Faces are lit up with smile as the sky with lights,

He's gone, O he's gone, its over!

Evil has been overpowered!

Alas, It was only an effigy.

The real Ravan lives on,

He's there, he's still there,

Triumphant in every era, 

None dares to face him,

Burn's all who come in its way

Defies but hates being defied

Locking horns is his honey

Dwells like a parasite

Chanting his own glories pleases him

But can't revere the same in else

No head, no body yet invincible

Elevates with each passing moment

Which arrow can make him fall?

Emerges impregnable with each win

Who has valour to stand up against oneself,

He breathes and nurtures inside,

O Ram, hear my plead, kill him

And liberate me from myself,

Save me from "I" 

Only Your Grace can help me conquer over it!