Lighting and thunder, rain falling ferociously,
I could imagine a war brewing in the sky.
Lord indra the ruler of heaven was fighting a war against the first son of Ravana, Meghadhana.
Lord Indra, with his radiating aura on one side and the young warrior meghadhana who was radiating drakness, the aura that was blinding the sky,
the aura, the man that his people would be ready to die for him, so magnificent was he.
Both warriors launching there weapons at each other, the moment they clash the lighting of amazing energy dispersed
This was no war of mortals,
But by the gods itself,
With there golden chartiots, they duel each other causing the earth to shake.
The thunder that sends shivers down your spine.
One by one the meghadhana captures all of the Indra's chiefs,
Lord Indra throws everything at the young warrior, nothing fazes him,
So strong that he has captured heaven.
At the moment of indra's capture, God brama come to meghadhana and releases him from his hold.
Impressed by the great warrior.
He gives him the title Indrajit the conqueror of heaven.
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