Sushil_Sagolsem

In the realm of legends, a tale unfolds, Of Ravan, the mighty, whose story holds. When Lord Ram's arrow struck his final blow, His followers, in sorrow, took his body to go. In a secret place, they hid it away, Seeking to revive their king, they did pray. But nature's laws stood firm, unwavering true, Reviving Ravan, an impossible pursuit. Yet hope sparked within their devoted hearts, A solution emerged, a plan set to embark. They divided his power, his essence untamed, Into ten bodies, Ravan's legacy proclaimed. Ten souls enriched with his force and might, Each carrying a part of his grand cosmic light. This legend, some say, is more than just a tale, A belief held dear, where truth may prevail. Through generations, whispers carried this lore, Of Ravan's divided essence, forevermore. A captivating myth, stirring hearts with wonder, Intriguing those who ponder and ponder. For in the realms of myth, truth intertwines, And legends endure through the passage of time. The story of Ravan, divided and reborn, A tale that sparks curiosity, forever to adorn.