Saturday, December 11, 2004

To the Greatest Tamil Poet Ever

Did you think I will
Spend my days in
search of food,
Tell useless tales,
Hurt myself with my thoughts
and others by my acts,
Turn senile with grey hairs
And end up as fodder to the
relentless march of time
As yet another faceless man?

This is my attempt at translating this work of art by Bharathi. True to his words above, he died young, having accomplished a lot in the 39 years he lived.

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