Ravana

 Ravana

The Man Beyond the Ten Heads

A man of brilliance, of laughter and pride,

With ten restless heads standing side by side;

Yet he wandered in search of something more,

Chasing the shadows that lived at his core.

He sought out talents, he measured each flame,

For he feared another might rise beyond his name.

A mind full of wisdom, of knowledge untold,

Yet a storm of envy turned his heart cold.

At times he questioned the strength he possessed,

The dreams he carried, the fire in his chest;

A golden ladder he wished to ascend,

To touch the skies where his desires end.

A master of vidyas, a creator of thought,

With treasures of learning that many had sought;

But jealousy whispered, and pride took control,

Slowly darkening the light of his soul.

I once asked him beneath the silent night,

“Why do you chase what fades from your sight?”

He answered, with a voice both heavy and true:

“Never let jealousy become part of you.

Never crave endlessly for what is not your own;

For those paths may take you far away—

To a place where your own self is unknown.”

By Mayanglambam Meerina Leimarenbi