Lakshman Rao U
In the dread days of the great Titan-war, when fury ruled the field and valor kindled every breast, no warrior turned aside, nor spared his breath, for each sought glory and death in the service of his sovereign. Blood soaked the soil, and warriors fell like summer lakes vanishing under the cruel sun. From both…
The murmurs stir in the shadowed hollows of Lanka. “’Tis the demoness, Surpanakha,” the whispers say, “She who sowed the seed of ruin.” By her goading, Ravana stirred enmity with Rama—and thus summoned the destruction of his house. The valour of Rama is sung in many tongues; yet our king, unprovoked, dared awaken his wrath….
In the dusky halls of Lanka’s golden palace, where silence now brooded heavier than war drums, the mighty but grieving Ravana sat upon his lion-throne, like a tempest caged within. His face, once radiant with defiance, now shadowed by sorrow—his heart burnt with the loss of Indrajit, his son, fallen amidst the clash of steel…
Soumithri, son of Sumitra, stood crimson like a statue sculpted from blood, every limb marked by the struggle, for he had struck down Indrajit, the conjurer of illusions and terror of all worlds. The heavens rejoiced, the earth sighed in relief, and the netherworld quaked, for the slayer of the present and future dread had…
The focus of both warriors, Lakshmana and Indrajit, was fixed like arrows on a single point—victory over the foe. Vibhishana, scion of righteousness, stood apart, gazing upon the clash of titans, equals in might and fury. As the demon legions surged towards him, he smote his bow with thunderous sound, sending tremors of war-readiness through…
The battle between Lakshmana and Indrajit rose like a clash of titans, even as two mighty tuskers, fierce and unrelenting, with murder in their hearts, trample the earth underfoot in their bid to destroy the other. At a little distance stood Vibhishana, valiant prince and wise of heart, the vigilant guardian of dharma, bow in…
Vibhishana, scion of virtue and born of the demon race yet untainted by their ways, possessed full knowledge of the dark kingdom’s secrets and machinations. He, ever steadfast in dharma, devised a battle strategy that was luminous to the righteous but a terror to the wicked. “Let the Simian hosts,” said he, “descend upon those…
In the dusky hush of Lanka’s dread-shadowed field, where sorrow clung like mist and silence groaned beneath the weight of grief, Soumithri, son of Sumitra, wise in word and firm in virtue, spake with measured thought upon the crooked ways of the world, the veiled intricacies of dharma, of wealth’s luring grasp, and the fleeting…
The wicked Indrajit, son of the night-bound Ravana, driven by wrath and steeped in sorcery, abandoned the clash of arms and hastened to the dread altar of Nikumbhila to fortify himself with the power of dark rituals. As he departed, the field behind him thundered with the roars of demon warriors, their fury unleashed like…
The scion of dharma and nobility, Rama, with a mind illumined by ancient wisdom, gently withheld the valiant son of Sumitra from unleashing the ruinous celestial weapons upon the host of Asuras. In cultured speech, steeped in timeless values and guided by the model of righteous conduct, the speaker spoke of restraint and discernment in…
