Sundara Kanda: Hanuman's Odyssey by BS Murthy - HTML preview

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Canto 20

Womanizer at Work

 

To fair Seetha he confined

Spoke then Ravan in disdain. 

With thy pair of lovely hands

Why block sight of thy bosom

Hope it’s not the fear of me

Prompts thee squat in like fashion. 

 

Is a beauty like thine ever

And a lover than me better!

 

What to fear in this Lanka

Lost whose Lord his heart to thee.

  

Fair it’s not for thee to blame

Granted when it’s to our ilk 

Force we might all women we fond 

Never mind ever their state of mind.

  

Crave as I for thine embrace

Wait I though for thy consent.

 

Fill thy heart with love for me

Let not fear ever grip thy mind.

 

Having known my love for thee

Don’t thou know that it’s not fair

That thee should fail thy upkeep

And thus make me sad for thee.

 

From heaven I fetch garments such

To make thee best dressed dame on earth.

 

For thy wear I get jewels

Not even by angels worn.

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Thou being the crown jewel

Of the feminine world at large

How come then thou shun jewels! 

 

Knowing as well youth is like

River that courses to the seas

Why not grant me thy favour

And thus make the best of life.

 

Since there none to rival thee

Having set the hallmark thus

Looks like Brahma ceased His work.

 

Perchance He now espies thee

Finding thou so well endowed

What with such rare sex appeal

Would He ever quit ogling thee?

 

Such is beauty of thy frame

Wherever I look I get stuck.

  

Dearth there none for mates for me

Brought them in scores from all lands

Yet I’ve taken to thy charms

Make I thee my Queen of Hearts.

 

Gods from I got such ransom

Made me that the richest man,

Not to speak of self as well

Won’t I place all at thy feet.

 

Worlds I conquered all the three

Wealth of nations I plundered

Consent if thou to take me

Gift all that to thy father.

 

None is there in heaven ’n earth

Dares who ever to cross my path.

 

Dust I made to bite enemies 

Burnt their standards in their sight.

 

Since no one can rescue thee

Better thee tie thy life with me.

 

Know I value thee no end

Turn thy mind to life at hand.

 

Spend thy days in royal ways

Make we love in nights for long.

 

Having enslaved my heart now

Might well treat me as thy slave.

  

Weigh if thee that Ram and me

In the scale of thy interest

Won’t thou know the way it tilts?

 

Lost he crown when all too young  

Could have died though not so old.

 

What if he still lives on earth

Gets he how a clue of thee?

 

Were he to get wind of thee

How doth he dare to face me?

 

O dear lady thou have won

The heart of mine the ladies man.

 

 O femme fatale as I burn

For the possession of thy frame

Fail I women all who crave me. 

  

See all these are queens no less

Make them willing maids to thee.

Served as thus by all of them

Won’t thou look a goddess then?

 

 In the Pushpak that I won

Come to live like favoured one.

 

If ever thy man regains crown

Would he make a patch on me?

 

So that I add honey as well

Know thy buttered side of bread.

 

Lovebirds like we all our life

Live ever making love no end.