Tara wept for her husband who was no longer aware of the world around him. "How can our loud grief not awaken you my lord? How can you leave us orphaned? You lie so still in the place where many an enemy of your's had been killed by you. A wise man should never give his daughter in marriage to a warrior for his life is so unpredictable. Look at me, my happiness is snuffed out and I am lost in a sea of sorrow. My heart is perhaps made of stone for it refuses to break even at this calamity. Sons, wealth or granaries of grain will not stop men from branding a woman without husband- a widow. Sugriva has achieved what he desired and you are dead! The arrow that pierced your heart prevents me from even embracing you" wailed Tara. Nila removed the arrow even as blood streamed out of Vali soaking the earth while Tara's tears fell on his dust-covered body. Tearfully she told her son tearfully, "Look at your father's agony of death, the enmity that had started with his willful transgressions has now ended. If only he had heeded my counsel, this fate would not have befallen Kishkinda". Tara continued to lament, for her grief was deep and her anguish uncontrollable.