Treasure Island

Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

(17.10.1944 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

Prowess Is The Highest Quality For Great Men


Valour is the ability
to show the individual's strength
to control external enemies;

Prowess is the highest quality for great men
who can easily control internal enemies
like lust in self;

Such great men will not show interest
in other women, others' wives;

This quality is not only the virtue of these great men,
but also a great discipline of noble persons. (ThirukkuRaL 148)

Submitted: Friday, February 17, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 17, 2012
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