Canto 10
Women in Want
Hanuman on the sly entered
Chambers private of Ravan.
Such a cot he found lay there
Made to rival Ravan’s throne.
Meant to impart moon’s aura
Had it canopy made of wreaths.
Cot his huge was made of gold
Seemed on it sun came to rest.
Fanned by lovely handmaidens
Rent air perfumes rare fragrance.
Bed it had of soft sheepskin
Stuffed to brim with silk cotton.
With red eyes for want of sleep
He-man Ravan lay there spread.
Layers thick of sandal paste
Applied on his manly frame
Soothed those scores of love bites deep.
Splendid jewels wore he then
Seemed they lightning in grey cloud.
In the forest of fair sex
Slept there Ravan like a log.
Signs there were for all to see
Left he none there to make love.
Hanuman in awe neared Ravan
But the fact that he played foul
Made him stop then in his tracks.
Such was aura of Ravan
Made the simian stare at him.
Harem in his lay Ravan
Like a trunk with thick creepers.
Arms his long with gold epaulets
Looked like poles for Indra’s flags.
Sported scores both combat scars
Of his battles fought with gods.
Like the mythical five-hood snakes
Arms his strong were well tapered.
Of hair oils his women had used
Smelled his hands of varied scents.
Rings he wore on his fingers
Gave a measure of his strong hands
Made which worlds all bow to him.
With the power of his own hands
Subdue he could all three worlds.
In that king-size bed Ravan
Lay he like a king elephant.
Such was the build of his frame
Looked he like a mountain then.
Breaths of Ravan seemed to fill
The insides all of that Pushpak.
Thus the aisles of that Pushpak
Were then filled with flowery scent.
Diamond ear-studs of Ravan
Seemed as diadem askew then.
On his hairy chest that broad
Glistened golden chains he wore.
Loincloth he wore of white silk
Left its guard on legs his strong.
Lay as he on white bedspread
Looked he like a black diamond.
Amidst the candle light that night
Seemed he like rain-bearing cloud.
Women that slept on his huge bed
Shone like stars in clear blue skies.
Saw Hanuman all Ravan’s wives
With their aura that paled moon.
While some slept on arms his long
Others lay on his thighs that strong.
Had they ear-rings of cat’s eyes
Wore they armlets of large gems.
It’s their aura in Pushpak
Made it Milky Way on earth.
Hourglass figure women all had
Had them Ravan all of them.
For those in queue to make it to
Ravan’s bed of hot pursuit
Thought of his was so pumping
Failed they manage to have wink.
Like a wreath that logged to boat
Lasses some hugged their veenas.
Slept a dame with drum by side
As would she have her newborn.
One with throbbing boobs so big
Hugged a drum like lover in want.
Pressed one flute in her valley
As would amorous woman manhood.
Hugged as eager a woman violin
Pressed by heaving breasts of hers
Scored it erotic notes on own.
Looked one temptress every inch
Hugged she trumpet like a wrench.
One who drank all to the dregs
Tabor she locked in armpit.
Demure was the one that hugged
Drum so small her breasts could hold.
Those that could hold no longer
Made they dildos of their flutes.
Tipsy turned a woman in sleep
Jug of lavender thus upturned.
One of those whom Ravan had
Drained as she to dress herself
Laid her hands on her nipples.
Amorous woman in all her want
Locked one lissome lass like brace.
Came to Ravan’s women handy
Instruments varied that there lay.
Saw he then the gem of all
Slept who on a separate cot.
Charm hers was such made the rest
Woman of golden hue there lay
None other than king Ravan’s queen.
Heard as he all gods coveted
Mandodari the marvellous one
Yet felt Hanuman that peerless
Woman might as well be Seetha.
In his joy he found Seetha
Got he into simian ways.
