the completion of one hundred poems - sathakam, there descended, it
is recorded - swarms of honey bees and encroached the attacking army
with such ferocity and poignancy that the armed soldiers could do
nothing, but running helter skelter. They could neither raise their
arms, nor could bear the poisonous sting. Moreover, their buzzling
sound deafened them and the overlying the entire space blinded their
vision. Owe-struck generals along with sense-lost soldiers did
nothing except taking to heels, where? Anywhere as directed by the
shivering legs and sense-lost brains. And it is also reported that,
the chasing divine winged army followed them till they reached the
Thummeda mettu and watched till they went out of horizon. Then? Any
need for elaboration. They too vanished into the limitless space
from which they emerged. With the reaching of this stunning news,
the inner bolts of the temple doors automatically unlatched. The
poets hailed Narasimha's glory in such rapturous esctacy that it
reached Vaikuntavasi's mandir, before He resuming His seat in his
usual form, as a matter of fact.
is the literary account of a historic fact. None can rebut the fact
of Moghul army's retreat from the attack. If this astounding miracle
opens the eves of ever grumbling atheists, it is for their own good.
But it does not alter, or reform them; for, they are highly
progressive honourable elite of the modem world.