Canto 8
Pushpak’s Prowess
End to end he searched Pushpak
Cover he could not all its ground.
Wonder that was Pushpak called
Like the one that never conceived.
Abodes of gods ’n angels too
Add up not to Pushpak’s tail.
It had in itself to change
Needs to suit of who owns it,
Got it Ravan not for song
For he had to shed his blood.
When in flight it acquires speed
Synch which would with pilot’s mind.
Presence of it then got Lanka
Preeminence in all three worlds.
Frescos it had men in rows
With that vigorous look on them.
Amidst vernal season then
Looked Pushpak like Flower Mountain.
Canto 9
Harem at Night
In the midst of Pushpak lay
The Palace Royal of Ravan.
Built it was with gems all rare
Plinth it had of two score miles.
Went in Hanuman in the hope
Therein he would find Seetha.
Having got in he sauntered
In those royal chambers there.
With their knives drawn to the hilt
Found he guards there door to door.
Saw he Ravan’s wives in scores
Maidens that he grabbed by force.
Found he ponds of ocean size
Lived where crocodiles with white whales.
Amidst the riches it sported
God like Ravan lived in there.
With sons ’n siblings there Ravan
Bettered thus lifestyle of all gods.
Entered harem Ravan’s Hanuman
Pushpak’s that was star attraction.
Custom built was that Pushpak
By God’s own architect for Brahma.
In the times of yore Kuber
Sought and got it from Brahma,
Wanting it to serve his needs
Grabbed it Ravan waging war.
Spoils of war as it made
Pictured bullfights on its walls.
Stretched its ceiling to high skies
Cellars its touched depths of earth.
Pushpak’s glitter makes Lanka
Seem as daytime during nights.
Emeralds it had for doorknobs
Windowpanes were crystal class.
Pearls it had all paved for floor
Gave that look of white carpet.
Woodwork of its red sandals
Made the place all smell so sweet.
Shaped so well were secret vaults
Deceive they would the best of spies.
Entered Hanuman its pantry
Feed which could a million mouths.
Aroma of all recipes there
Reached him with a come-hither tag.
Entered he then that portion
Lived where Ravan as the god.
Stairs it had of gems inlaid
Handles of them ivory made.
Pillars it had gold ingots
Glowed they all like candlelights.
None was taken for granted
Flawless was the way it shaped.
With woven Atlas on them bright
Laid were carpets continent size.
Birds on heat were perched on trees
Cooed they in their scores well pecked.
Smoke that scented sticks emitted
Got spread throughout Ravan’s land.
Kept its aura gloom at bay
It’s where Ravan set his shop.
At home Hanuman felt therein
Entered though he enemy’s place.
Felt he was in heaven itself
Fit for gods of every faith.
Finding no scent of Seetha
Seemed he gambler who lost all.
With his person ’n harem
No less Ravan added then
Lustre to that bright Pushpak.
Maidens there were in thousands
Dressed they like for fashion show.
Drunk they were all to the dregs
Bent their eyelids all downward.
Slept one by one all of them
Seemed the place as swan filled pond.
Postures theirs were well composed
Breath their smelled as flowers at dawn.
Petals like lotus their faces
Seemed in sleep all lotus buds.
Zoomed all drunken bees in scores
As would go round flowers in bloom.
Celibate as he wished they were
Flowers all real and not damsels.
Angel like dames made Ravan’s
Harem seem like star filled sky.
Ravan in their midst then looked
Like the blooming moon in skies.
Felt of Ravan’s lovers Hanuman
Were like meteors made there home.
Skins theirs were like cloudless skies
Pure were demeanours of those dames.
Orgasms multiple they had all
Askance went things on them all.
In their coitus furious dots
Vermilion theirs smudged foreheads.
Passion with such they coited
Crushed were pearls of chains they wore.
Breath of theirs as they made love
Withered all flowers of their garlands.
Chains of jewels that they wore
Made their boobs seem sun ’n moon.
Sank as pearls in their valleys
Seemed they swans that lay in rest.
Looked like canal banks their thighs
Waists theirs seemed so tiny streams.
Smiled in slumber some sweetly
Dreamt as though of lay they had.
Embrace in theirs of Ravan
Breasts of theirs as chest his crushed.
Made then imprints of their chains
Seemed that matching pairs on them.
Covered as pallus their faces
Pairs of bellows turned their breaths.
As was standards of Ravan
Bright were hues of their sarees.
Turned as pallus to bellows
Vibed like pendulums their ear-rings.
Smelled well as the breath of theirs
Got that better with wine they had.
Sexy co-wives of Ravan
Kissed in ardour one another.
In their craving for Ravan
Made they lesbian love in turns.
Some of them in their slumber
Folded their hands for pillows.
Made some thighs of their co-wives
Headrests for their wondrous heads.
Used some leggies flat bellies
Of co-wives to spread their legs.
Entwined slept as Ravan’s dames
Seemed they strings of white roses,
Hair theirs seemed to cover them all
Bees as would all flowers in bloom.
Harem Ravan’s felt Hanuman
Creeper like grove in full spring.
Body odours of those dames
Lent the air all with then scents.
With such abandon slept they all
Moved their sarees up their thighs.
That Ravan was fast asleep
Gods dared eye his women in sleep.
Most of them in Ravan’s hold
Came coveting him on their own.
Beauty as theirs made him weak
Dragged he some of them to bed.
Fetched him some the hearsay true
His great valour spread world over.
Found none of them then Hanuman
Found might wanting to share throne.
Seeing them all so fulfilled
Wished he Ram ’n Seetha well.
That the learned Ravan snared
Seetha who was chaste to Rama
Saddened Hanuman no end then.
