Chinnaswami Subramanya Bharathi (Tamil: சின்னசுவாமி சுப்பிரமணிய பாரதி) was a Tamil writer, poet, journalist, Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu, India. Popularly known as Mahakavi Bharathiyar (Tamil: மகாகவி பாரதியார்), he is a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry.
Born in Ettayapuram in 1882, Subramanya Bharathi studied in Tinnevely and worked as a journalist with many newspapers, notable among them being the Swadesamitran and India. Bharathi was also an active member of the Indian National Congress. In 1908, an arrest warrant was issued against Bharathi by the government of British India for his revolutionary activities forcing him to flee to Pondicherry ... more »
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Subramanya Bharathi Poems
When will this thirst for freedom slake? When will our love of slavery die? When will our Mother's fetters break? When will our tribulations cease?
There is no Fear
The people of this world, if against they stand, There is no fear, there is no fear, nothing like fear. Although, we are counted cheap and rebuked, There is no fear , there is no fear , nothing like fear.
Order to the Mind
Satan residing little mind Listen to my words from today Don't you go searching alone For Im your leader, you better know
Invocation To Freedom
Mother, those that hungering seek thy grace And offer to thee their life and love, Howbeit consigned to dungeons here, They'd qualify for a place in Heaven.
A Spark of Fire
A spark of fire I did see Which there , in a forest tree hole I'd stowed Burned and ashed was the forest
The Jewel of Stars
Moonlight, the stars and the wind, By placing them in front And drinking the honey thereof- A poetic frenzy seizes us;
Did You Think I Too Will
Did you think I too will Spend my days in search of food, Tell petty tales, Worry myself with thoughts,
The Eternal Himalaya Is Our Very Own Ass...
The eternal Himalaya is our very own asset. There's nothing else to equal it as yet ! The sweetly nourishing Ganges flows here dancing. Is there a river on earth so entrancing ?
Long live the Republic of Bharat! Victory to the Republic of Bharat! Thirty crores of people share This commonwealth of ours;
Drum of Victory
Beat the drum of victory! Beat it! Beat the drum of victory!
After death, the world of Siva and the world of Vaikunta We shall attain, who believe thus Inane people are they who preach such words Mindless are they, pronounce thus while you blow the conch!
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When will this thirst for freedom slake?
When will our love of slavery die?
When will our Mother's fetters break?
When will our tribulations cease?
Wasn't there another Bharat
Reared by our noble Aryan race?
Lead us, Aryan, to victory!
Is't right we remain slaves?
Are famine and disease alone our share?
For whom, then, are the laurels and fruits?
Will you abandon us, your suppliants?
Can the mother cast her child aside?
Brave warrior! Aryan Lord!
Thou destroyer of the demon-race,
Where is your dharma? Isn't yours the duty
To revive ...