The sight of Vanaras’ joy,
Perturbed Ravan, as to why?
When he heard, he didn’t believe,
That Ram and Lakshman were alive.

He sent Dhoomraksha,
And then Vajradamshra,
Followed by Akampana,
And finally the chief, Prahasta.

None of them came back
From the battle to speak,
How they were killed,
By the Vanaras skilled.

Not to treat this very light,
Ravan went in his chariot,
A great warrior, no doubt,
Ram said, as he came out.

Ravan was finally beaten,
His golden crown was broken,
Deprived of every weapon,
He stood before Ram alone.

“Today you go, morrow you come”
By the fall of Sun, told Ram.
Ravan returned in shame
And sorrow, back home.

Ram could have killed him,
When he was alone at that time,
But a demon with no single arm,
He was not for doing any harm.

A kind heart Ram had,
Though Ravan was bad,
He literally felt sad,
For this brute mad.