Virtue of Vices
I am not Rama , nor did I ever want to be,
I am the complete man, that nature intended man to be.
I encompass within me a moving reality ,
In a distant world beyond your comprehension ,
I have a life which I carry on with nine complexions.
But they ask me to shun my other heads,
And embrace only Intellect in other’s stead.
But I feel Anger running through my veins when I see the atrocities of my race,brothers and men
Then I raise my head everyday in great Pride to see my opulent golden Lanka and its succulent culture,
If it is success that breeds pride and vanity, then why do I pray it to be eaten by a vulture?
To cut off my third head of ghastly green Jealousy would be to curb the basic human instinct
Is it not jealousy that makes us ambitious and prods us to achieve better things ?
To ask a human to eschew Happiness is not less than asking the sun to stop shining,
The river of life needs to flow along the two banks of laughter as well as whining.
Disgust it is to see Kuber carry his pouch of money and gold,
And my men with want of victuals with their souls already sold.
Forfeiting my sixth head of Love is like pleading the soul to leave the carnal bones
Is not my love for Mandodari potent enough to create flowers from stones?
I do not shudder at the sight of Fear,for fear alone makes me believe in Shiva and his power,
Fear of losing Sita makes me value her more, and thus fear fails to make me cower.
Why does then those hundred eyes refuse to see the Compassion I felt for Sita?
Did I not refuse to touch that glory and placed her gently in Ashok Vatika?
To know that my vices and I were born to give birth to virtuous Ram, is worth a Wonder,
All these nine heads make me the mighty Ravan, the identity which I shall not surrender.
Why is it thus, not good to be bad, when I am more human than Ram?
When I have control over my mind to laugh hard and also stay calm,
Are not then my navarasas and dasmukhas too important to be shun?
When an animal who has all the nine heads seems to me, more a human?