Long Tamil Poems
Long Tamil Poems. Below are the most popular long Tamil by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Tamil poems by poem length and keyword.
During war of gunfire and fear,
When the sky made the rain drops into tears.
Our Tamil mothers and sisters stirred the pot with quiet and trembling hands,
Kanji simmered - soft, thin and proud.
No feast of spice, no spice of pure joy,
Just rice and water, salt and a pure pain.
Yet in that round bowl, a pulse of one nation,
Beat gently through hunger and rain.
A scent of rice, the sound of rain,
A powerful prayer whispered through black night.
That one more dawn might be kind,
The one more meal might hold them tight.
Mothers waited by broken walls,
Fathers searched through dust, ash and flames.
Children sipped from rusted tins,
Too young to understand the pain and suffering.
When the war turned into dust,
Silence took the soldier’s roar.
Kanji remained - a taste of memory ,
Of the hearts that starved, yet asked no more.
Cape Comorin (Kanyakumari) of Tamil Nadu,
Might be copious of the core concept called Xanadu;
Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea,
Amalgamate and mingle here, like mermaids, full of glee...!
Treasures of silver, gold, and gemstones within oceans lay,
Sea gods and goddesses; ghosts and angels; live here, they say;
The sun, like a pendulum pushed from the sea, rises up,
Descends and disappears, like a kicked ball, before we sup...!
The southernmost part of the Indian nation is this,
Men and women of many religions live here in bliss;
Temples, mosques, churches, gurudwaras, and palaces antique,
Exhibit their inter-religiosity, unique...!
We don't have the Angel Fall, but a few falls we have here,
Young and old, at leisure times, play within them full of cheer;
Nature has made her paintings, lo, with green woods and forests,
Lullabies of little birds and beasts, never find a rest...!
Coconuts, Arrack nuts, spices, and tapiocas grow,
Bananas of varieties put up their fresh fruit show;
Goods trading we do; fish in terms of fresh tapioca,
We share, our simple love, in cups of coffee or cocoa...!
Jewelry, stone carvings, cane work, lace work, metal casting,
Needlework, sculptures, and sea shell crafts go everlasting;
Coral grass mats, palm leaf designs, cane, and bamboo caudex,
Jute-based handicrafts and we have so fine fiber products...!
A dialect of Tamil-mix Malayalam we chant,
Though our mother tongue is classical Tamil known so grand;
Kalial, Bow Song, Karagam Dance, and Kathakali,
We carry on our cultural heritage zealously...!
Rice, tapioca, coconut, seafood, legumes, lentils,
Mangos, bananas, and jacks are our food fundamentals;
Fishing flourishes; and farming into the inner land,
Toddy-tapping and rubber rearing too go hand in hand...!
Though our innate quality is love mixed with purity,
Modernity, no doubt, has brought in insecurity...!
Trust in the divine and love for nature, yet, make us grow,
Inspiring us beyond the oceans, and the skies to go...!!!
22 May 2023
If Your Birthplace-country was a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Kannagi, a woman of bravery and loyalty,
Who stepped up to the individuals of royalty.
A woman who symbolises burning morality,
Her husband executed in blood thirsty brutality.
A will of a tamil wife that could not be broken,
Flames and fire in Madurai had spoken.
A will of a tamil woman that could not be broken,
The choice of accusation over truth has woken.
A tear that shed red, honest blood,
No fire nor flame could be extinguished by a flood.
A virtue of a tamil heroine, which boils,
Her husband ashes buried beneath the soils.
Kannagi, the tamil woman of truth and balance,
The torch in her hand burned the Madurai palace.
Kannagi, a woman of bravery and loyalty,
Who stepped up to the individuals of royalty.
Talakaveri springs
from Brahmagiri hills
Kodagu mist blessing
Karnataka's cupped hands
delta farmers wait in
Thanjavur heat
Supreme Court verdicts
cannot fill empty wells
monsoon politics
flow through Mettur dam
Tamil voices rising
with Bangalore's thirst
Cauvery flows past
Srirangapatna temples through
Mysuru palaces
carrying prayers downstream
Trichy grandmother
watches paddy wither
while tech parks upstream
drink tomorrow's harvest
fishermen in Poompuhar
taste salt and sorrow
where river meets sea
ancient delta dreams
where does border end
basin begin
this endless
negotiation...
Anna !Come Down Again
Anna! come down to this earth
We are eager to welcome you as our King
Your Tamil has raised us as so gentle
Your ruling has paved a way to a golden rule
Here there are many selfish parties ruling us
Come Down Anna! to put an end for all
Poverty and price hikes are their rewards and
Violence, atrocities are their way
To change this land as heaven
Come down Anna! In this earth
We are eager to welcome you as our King
You are the eldest son of my Tamil
to get her heart cool and glee
Come down Anna! To this earth
to smash all our barriers and grieves
We are eager to welcome you as our King
NOTE
Anna is known as C N Annadurai .He was famous for his wisdom .I wish to submit this
tribute for his wonderful services to our Land and to our language Tamilfor his wonderful
sevice to my land and Tamil language
A man seen as either friend or foe,
Which path to take, which to go.
His name strikes fear into an enemy heart,
Where spilled blood can be turned into art.
His long, black moustache holds something strong,
Where his people never thought of him as wrong.
No gun, no knife fears him inside or out,
As the forest makes no whisper or shout.
A voice against powers of uniform,
A man's figure of rebelling transform.
Bird or beast, lost in the feast,
Of power, fear, and a power that never ceased.
A man seen as either friend or foe,
Which path to take, which to go.
Fell at last, with no where hide,
As his gun had its last ride.
I'd met you, like a lad meeting his neighbor little lass,
Charmed to you at very first sight, I stood like a dumb ass;
As tabooed lover admiring his darling, I stood far,
Thirst of bathing in your love, yet, blazed in me like tar jar...
I looked like a hippy cowboy in my rustic boyhood,
You're a celibate Tamil lady in blue maidenhood;
Your charmed me; I was like iron-dust attracted by magnet,
I'd fallen in your beauty as a fish in a dragnet...
I stood in bewilderment as you grew in great beauty,
I sensed being your devotee is my august duty;
Your treasures I ignored preferring your simplicity,
Pearl and ruby seemed nothing before your complexity...
This adoration got doubled, like seasons in full bloom,
The times I'd failed to visit you, had been my greatest gloom;
Your wonders, like star-dusts, in huge microscopes I did zoom,
Your water-beauty resembled Arabian perfume...
It's then, like volcano, the caste-creed concept erupted,
Folks near you from folks from far got mutually abducted;
Folks, once, stood bound in garlands of fragrant fraternity,
Found each one engulfed by enmity of eternity...
Religion, like daggers in tragic plays, reasons did raze,
Violence started writing on humans bloody red rays;
Massive stones and boulders, thundered, splitting shoulders and chest,
Dragging them in nets, like rough sharks, some drowned them with full zest...
You turned a meeting-place for transmitters of violence,
Great market wherein one could buy and sell ethnic vengeance;
Hallmark of your beauty, lily-like purest innocence,
Had hidden its head under dark hideous insolence...
Thenceforth, your sapphire blue got turned into coral blood red,
It's not menses-cycle of change; you seemed seeking blood-shed;
Like Scylla, and Charybdis, you stood swallowing the dead,
To the guiltless folks around, you proved to be a death-bed...
My love of meeting you often, then, like sunset got shred;
As a beast least bothered in love, I, thenceforth, went ahead;
You beat loudly all through day and night as though calling me,
Will first love, failed and faded, yet, easily gain its glee...?
(On a sea near my hometown, I fondly visited during my boyhood, changing into a center of cast-creed violence)
15 December 2021
In rooms where futures are decided,
old men argued about small voices,
children who had been silenced
for a thousand years.
"Should we teach them in English,
the language of their masters?
Or let them speak
in their grandmother's tongue?"
One truth burned bright:
every word they chose
would echo in ten million hearts.
They decided:
Let the Kannada child
dream in Kannada first,
let the Tamil child
sing Tamil songs,
but teach them all
that two plus two
equals hope
in any language.
This was revolution
disguised as policy,
understanding that a flower
blooms best in home soil
but must grow tall enough
to touch the sun.
So they built bridges:
from village to nation,
from mother's lullaby
to the world's stage,
from one small voice
to the chorus of tomorrow.
Education became love,
the bridge between
who you are
and who you could become.
Some people
Quest for the daily food,
prattle on about the trivial stories,
Languish in agony and loose spirits,
Execute deeds that hurt others,
Grow senile with grey hairs(without goals)
become prey to cruel death
Did you think I too would fall like these risible people?
This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's poem"Did you think I would fall".The original poem was written by Bharathiyar,one of the greatest Indian poets.It was written in Tamil.It is immensely tough to translate someone like him.I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice.
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, Kuuch, and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil.
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
Who is the greatest from the land of the other hand…
The pure top draw..southpaw....
Lara or Spice Isle style.. guile and
Wiles of Kumar Sangakarra..
Who wouldn’t hanker in their seats
Various vicarious treats..Sri Lanka’s number one ranker..
Fancy dan talisman.. Tamil Totem of elan..
Run spanker & banker.
His unctuous umami like a sumptuous curry
Even at the end…flurry of runs in a hurry for Surrey…
Hands so soft….held aloft…the head so still…combined with
Unique refined technique echoes the past…remembers
Classical embers of the text and record book cast..
Plays the ball so God damn late…almost tardy…
Trait of a hardy..true first rate great…
Another Sanga banga..all thriller not a scintilla of filler..
Larrups another clanger…elegant and decadent..
Like having a Concorde in your hangar..
Redolent of a sublime almost forgotten time..
His timber timbre.. the sweetest rhyme…
Record heaper…acid jazz pizzazz..flair run reaper..
Smooth..rare groove sweeper..
Well honed treacle toned soul
Top notch keeper..& to be fair
A lovely mop of hair..
One of the gilded golden generation of glittering constellation sensations..
As a lefty…no fibs…his nibs might get first dibs
Superfly guy playing or…sashaying to his own homegrown celestial sky high…