Forty Quatrains On Battlefield [31- 33] Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

31.Chozhan Chenganan, king of the fertile, swampy tracts of Kaveri
killed the foes in the war. The warriors who didn't turn their back
hurled the lances and split the foreheads of the tusks- bearing
furious elephants. The plate of gold tied to their foreheads
shone like the flag of lightning brightening the clouds.

32.Chozhan of the fertile Kaveri delta wore garland of flowers and had
the victorious drum. He killed the angry foes in the war.
The blameless, elegant goddess of the earth turned red
as if she were covered with the reddened bed sheets.

33.Chozhan Chenganan owned the stallion with trimmed mane
and the flag tied chariot. He slaughtered his foes in the battle.
When the tank-bund broke, Neithal flowers bloomed in the pools
in the tank. Like leaping Valai fishes between the flowers,
the lances were gleaming.