Master Valluvan, the Long-Misunderstood Tamil Mentor - Part Two

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