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.
Copyright © Devisri Subramaniam | Year Posted 2014
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