A Tribute To India's National Poet

Oh, my dear honorable poet! Words recess when I write about you For, they start loving you You were a sincere lover, when you wrote about love; You were a lovable mother, when you wrote about a child; You were a faithful leaf, when you wrote about trees; You were the struggling last breath, when you praised the air; You were the righteous river, when you sang about the falls; You were the boundless sky, when you sang for the birds; you were the yearning bare land, when you wrote about the rain; You were the trustworthy soldier, when you wrote about patriotism; You were the jubilant mother nature, when you wrote about nature; You were the powerful priest, when you praised the lord Through your worthy words, you gave life to the abandoned swaying rope; Your notable notes, persuaded songs to the singing koels; Your incredible imageries, granted countless ideas for the poets; Your romantic rhythms, enriched soulful meaning to the ragas; Your powerful patriotic songs obliterated the superfluous fears and your proud personal life taught us self-respect Note: September 11 marks the death anniversary of India’s firebrand poet and a revolutionary thinker from Tamil Nadu, Subramania Bharati. In a relatively short life span of 39 years, Bharati left an indelible mark in India’s history as not only a Tamil poet but also as a national icon.