Indrajit- A Tragic Hero

- - - The fall of indrajit- meghnad - - Indrajit the great: the proud of my father, The hero of the great empire - now on death bed, A mouse, a heinous spineless rogue did betray the chivalrous feat, An impious, unfair battle. Ah! What a fault, what a mighty mistake to rear sucha treacherousbeast! Oh mighty minister of darknesshide me upon thy breast as my mother did inmy childhood days, My mother-the sky of constellations, The urge of divine dauntwould not wail, Nor waste her tears forthe profligate of mean laxman. And my ladywho with trembledheart embraced mewith amorous love, My promila, the brightest part of my self, the heaven of my war -wornbeing, Must not believe such loose fall of a bright star. Hide me oh cloud with thy lightening dazzling withoutthunderbolt, The broken heart, i wish a silent departure, oh perennial spirits don't look at me, lying in the pool of blood, In shame and guilt, Unlit the light to hide my face that my father may not view, the piteous fall of his dear son, the sole hope of theregiment, In the darkness cool breeze is piercing for last call, for the soul to rest, the hermitage. Oh! What light the flickering flame. What the blue mazy face? Art thou Sri Ramachandra, the enemy of my father? The challenger of our sovereign, The intruder of our territory? Go thou, the coward of immoral battle, Let me die as great the son of my father, I know thee, and the injustice doneto thee. But my fall must be thy blemishes, Thou art God incarnation I knew from theperfectest report, but I must die alone, All heroes, brave die alone. Darkness falls on my being, A shameful death, Adieu, my dearest partner of greatness, My beloved countrymen adieu and forgive me my failure, The treacherous Bivison did wanton play and plunged your favourite prince. Oh! Go thou the intruder, out of my sight, Let me be and demise my own way, A heroic deathto mockthy name. Thy calm serene face will not takeall my rage, to purge my vein and my kingdombe sacked. Ah! Chill numbness pain, cloudlets with Myriad ancestral faces grim darkness tears dropping, Forgiveness is a coward's word and Unsuited forme, stillness dawns andmelts my essence to elements, What a peace! what a benediction! darkness evaporates with my soul, O mother divine rest me in thy grace.