LAVA KUSA (UTTARAKANDA)
With his army Ravana marched,
Set to conquer the entire world,
Crossing cities, groves, rivers,
Forests, hills and mountains.
Mount Kailasa he reached
And Yaksas he challenged.
His army fought with Pestles,
Swords, javelins and iron clubs.
Ravana at first observed
When his army killed
Or wounded many Yaksas
Who ran for their lives.
On both sides, the loss
Was very heavy to assess,
And Ravana took up fight
When the time was right.
Many Yaksas were tired
And fell on the ground.
Some were still fighting,
While many were escaping.
Because of Brahma's boon,
Ravana couldn't be slain
Though wounded he was
By the sword of enemies.
It was hit and run game
For yaksas just this time
As they couldn't face
Raksas' might in the race.
Their weapons they threw
And from battle field flew
Hiding themselves in caves
And rushing thro' rivers.
Even the fresh army of Kubera
Could not fight to kill Ravana,
And they could do very little,
But finally lost in the battle.
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