Dashrath Nanndana Ram-Dashanan Ravan
"The Balance of Dharma — A Poetic Reflection" Art and Concept: Swati Balivada Without Ravana, there is no Ramayana, No echo of Rama’s valour, No light to show the depth of love for Sita, No waves to rise against the still ocean of fate. Rama and Ravana—bound by karma, birthed a story eternal. We must unlearn the myth that paints the South in shadow, That colors intelligence as pale and evil as dark. Ravana, born of Brahmin fire, A scholar crowned with Shastra's pride, Master of Vedas, Seer of Yuddha Neeti, Even in death, he taught— As Lakshman knelt at his feet, He gave knowledge, not vengeance. That, too, was dharma. Ravana chose his moment of death, Not as a vanquished king—but as a Brahmin sage, Fulfilling the sanctity of time and teaching. He knew the path was wrong, Yet he walked it—for a sister's broken pride. Shoorpanakha, flawed and fiery, But still blood And blood demands duty, Even when dharma trembles. He kidnapped Sita, yes, But never once crossed her grac...