Mahakavi Bharathiyar

Im still in overwhelming awe and fascination of this young man. The pioneer of modern Tamil poetry they describe, But he is simply a perfectly righteous insane man I`ll say. With a thick black moustache and a white turban, Adorned by a laugh that will send fear into all false hearts. I pinched myself when I realized my mind has slowly drifted away under his fearless flaming gaze And fearless means a truly fearless gaze of death, dark, insult, nothing. Indeed eyes are the window to the soul. Despite a lean physique, he vibrates majesticness like a lion. Walks up-straight with a balance of rhythm and harmony merely like a wise artist The only man I wish still in flesh because wisdom & love have been so scarce in this era of dirty humans Unfortunately, even the `God` is so fury and jealous of him and he finally heard the call. Poem for the king of poetry is ridiculous and I’m laughing at my own mortal insufficiency. Nevertheless, I`m a devoted soul of my insane poet just as how he is the devoted son of Mother India.