Master Valluvan, the long-misunderstood Tamil Mentor - Part Two

Written by: T Wignesan

                            Part Two


                                          SEVEN STARK WORDS
Seven alliterative blockbuster words struck so
    they rhymed initially in juxta-positioning lineal parallels
pausing but in the fourth
        to resume breath in the fifth
Leaving the interstitial morphemes in resonating ellipses

The economy of your parsing has wreaked havoc down the ages
      in all trans-explicatory tongues
Tough-minded men come from afar
                                  with other gods to serve
    and sacrifices to make in the name of their Lords
bent your versification to limp rhyme
             and left meaning a hung pursuit
in the hands of plagiarists professors preachers
                                                                         who
not knowing nor divining the reason for your craftsman’s
concatenation of weighted phonemes
advanced theories for your elastic pregnant mind
               strung myriads of pages in exegeses
each staking a claim to posterity
  the villainous hanging on your lips

In a time devoid of papered learning for the poor
When to be born a Sudra or Pariah was a sin
When masters were those top-heavy manically-mantric Brahmin priests
   Preying on the duped loyal sycophantic Vaishyas
        wishing to earn karmic merit with their agricultural gain at their altar feet
such servant-financers as they by legions now lay their souls down
as even the long-gone royally leisure-dispensing Kshaktriyas

how would he who sought the spread of knowledge
    not seek to encapsulate learning in mnemonic couplets
arranged according to rigid design
    for those who could not count either

Ten fingers in the hand so
       Ten the number of facets of a thought
              a subject
                           a theme
even if theme subject thought were stretched too thin