You stood for Tamil and for
Tamils.
You did well for them a long
while.
In whom runs tamil blood, not
an Aryan’s.
You are who made Tamil to its
throne.
You are who weeded Tamil
clean.
Paradoxically you are out
thrown.
Who can beat you in oratory
skill?
You are a caste-less,
religion-less jewel.
The one who weeded Tamil was
weeded of Tamils.
The presence of mind is out
of presence.
Once you were thrown for an
intruder.
Now you are thrown for an
invader.
You were not thrown for
misdeeds.
You were thrown by caste and
creed.
You were not shut for
ineptitude.
Then why had you been an
outright reject?
Sheep do not want a sheep as
their master.
Slaves do not want brethren
as their master.
Sheep mind not the master
slaughtering.
Slaves worry not the master
plundering.
Both want a merciless hand to
rule over them,
In whom the slavery is
bravery.
Tamils hail Tamil but not
Tamils.
How can you expect their
granary?
Emotion rides where the rational
slides.
If a bone is given, the tail
is given.
It is sad that you were born
a Tamil.
Tragic events with a happy
end-
Happy events with a tragic
end:
I weep you are slated as
vagabond
Though you entail a peaceful
end.
I suggest you denounce
politics.
27.05.2001
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