Treasure Island

Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

(17.10.1944 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

Don’t venture to stand in front of my chieftain!


Many opponents who stood before my chieftain,
Were defeated and killed by spear in the war field!

Hence their name is scripted in a stone implanted,
That is an honor for the valiant soldier who died!

To avoid being killed and stay in scripted stone,
Don’t venture to stand in front of my chieftain!

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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Hi,
This poem 'Don’t venture to stand in front of my chieftain! ' is a translation of a poem from Tamil literature 'ThirukkuRaL'.

என்ஐமுன் நில்லன்மின் தெவ்விர்! பலரென்ஐ
முன்நின்று கல்நின் றவர்.771 படைச் செருக்கு

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