Today is the Memorial Day of my brother, Puthuvai Rathinathurai, 03.12.1948.
Puthuvai Rathinathurai
Today is the Memorial Day of my brother, Puthuvai Rathinathurai, 03.12.1948. Many years have passed since he had disappeared. With the indelible memories of the great work, you did as the national poet of Tamileelam, as the guardian of art and culture. Here is one of your poems…
*Our homeland is so beautiful!
If I start writing about my mother’s lap
and the mother’s land
Will my pen never run dry?
Like “Amudhasurabi” and “Akshaya Patharam”
Why doesn’t it decrease gradually?
How beautiful is the motherland!
Even if it is a rough ground covered with thorns
It is like a bed covered with green
Love flows in the eyes when you look at it!
Even the irregular single-foot paths
Run with noble beauty
Like the head of a beautiful woman who has reached the top
Why?
The happiness and fragrance of the earth
That has been touched
Cannot be found in another place
How beautiful is our motherland!
Like the flower fingers of young children…
Like the mango trees of the month of May…
Like the calves that jump…
Like the waves that meet the shore…
Like the foam flowers…
How beautiful is our homeland!
That long poem goes on…
(Translation by Tamilpriya)
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