Synopsis: A different poem by a realised Raavan, A liberated Raavan. Here, he preaches to fight against Adharma like Shree Ram.
~~~
Ask Me not to trust anyone. I've seen terrible color transit on face of people of my own.
Dharma is never static. Circumstances revamp it always. People amend it as and when Time behests.
Its connotations are purely individualized, Never same for any damn duo.
Benignity, forbearance are not always Dharma. Purity, decency are not the only Karma.
What did the divine mortal have to face by freeing Earth from my burden? His own prajā doubted His wife.
Bombarded the finest King mankind could ever cherish with allegations and incredulity.
The path of nobility should definitely be pursued, But only upto a certain limit.
Because you, O fool, are a mortal of The Dark age... The age of destruction, superstition, crime and lechery.
Why do you expect yourself to be a saint and shut eyes to Adharma?
Stand up and fight.
