Ravana, once invincible monarch of rakshasas, felt vanquished in battle to Rama, yet spared, for Rama, noblest of men, struck not the unarmed nor the wounded. Ashamed, the demon king returned to his palace, burdened with the anguish of defeat. “Alas!” he cried, “How could I, master of might, fail against a mortal, a man…
In that dreadful hour of war, the son of Sumithra, struck down by Ravana’s might, lay still and senseless upon the blood-stained field. Vain were his own efforts to rise, yet swifter still came Hanuman, who bore him with gentle might and unfailing care to the camp where Rama held his vigil. For Sumithri, whose…
The bold and dauntless defiance of Hanuman pierced the mind of Ravana, the demon king, unsettling his pride like a storm disturbing a dark sea. Though wrath surged within him, flinging his thoughts into chaos, yet was he vexed that such a challenge had come from what he deemed an inferior being—a monkey, stout of…
In that hour when Prahastha—terror of the heavens and mightiest among the five royal champions of the demon world—fell, a dreadful tremor rippled through the realm of Rakshasas. His fall struck fear in the hearts of demons, and the mere utterance of the name Rama sent shivers through their sinews. The tongues of the fugitives—those…
Amid the clangour of arms and cries of war, came Akampana, a figure of colossal stature, encompassed by a legion of demons in full panoply of war, their terrible aspect stirring unease among the Vanara ranks. With each approaching step, the awe turned into dread, for this host bore banners high with dire emblems—one bore…
Akampana, the fierce and war-hardened demon, cornered amidst the clash of roars and valour, found himself hemmed by three lion-hearted vanaras—Kumuda, Neela, and Mainda—whose relentless pursuit drew fury from his soul. Burning with frustration, he turned to his charioteer and thundered: “These mighty monkey warriors, swift and bold, tear through our ranks and harass our…
Behold now the battle wherein Angada, scion of Vali and prince of Kishkindha, blazed across the field like fire through a locust swarm, consuming demons as flame consumes dry grass. His wrath stirred fear, dread, and troubled thoughts in the heart of Vajradamstra, that merciless commander of Rakshasa hosts, who forthwith advanced to duel the…
Behold, the host of simian warriors, once bowed by serpent-bonds of black enchantment, now rise in jubilant uproar. For Garutmanta, the eagle divine, hath loosed Rama and Lakshmana from Indrajit’s wicked snare. Strength renewed, spirits alight, their feet march with thunderous purpose, eyes bright with the fire of battle. Ravana, seated in his lofty palace,…
In the twilight of war, when the sky was thick with sorrow and the earth quaked beneath grief’s burden, King Sugreeva and his valiant host, mighty in arms and steadfast in loyalty, stood aghast, pierced by Indrajit’s cruel sorcery. Before them lay the sons of King Dasaratha, Rama and Lakshmana, on a bed of arrows,…
In the aftermath of battle, when the noble sons of Raghu lay strewn among the fallen — amid lifeless vanaras and vanquished rakshasas — a tremor of desolation seized the heart of Sita. Her gaze, shadowed by disbelief, fell upon the motionless forms of Rama and Lakshmana. How could such lions among men, bearers of…
