Treasure Island

Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

(17.10.1944 / Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India)

The Respectable People Who Lose Their Life


when they happen to get disrepute and strife,
will they submit when they confront their foe? No!

Similar to a stone pillar which may break
while excessive load is given on top of it,
Will it loosen itself and bend for the force? No!

The respectable people are as strong as stone pillar,
They never submit to their foe, but they may prefer
to die instead! They may not live as they lose honour!

Submitted: Monday, December 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Hi,
This poem 'The respectable people never submit to their foe! ' is a translation of a poem from Tamil literature 'moothurai'

மானம் இழந்து வாழாமை

உற்ற இடத்தில் உயிர்வழங்குந் தன்மையோர்
பற்றலரைக் கண்டாற் பணிவரோ - கற்றூண்
பிளந்திறுவ தல்லால் பெரும்பாரந் தாங்கின்
தளர்ந்து வளையுமோ தான்.6 – மூதுரை

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (12/30/2013 11:10:00 PM)

    a wonderful poem on our traits, but our people behave very differently once they are forced to face the hardship of economic reality..Thank you for sharing, Dr.VKK.. (Report) Reply

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