Bearded Poet

Born genius He were to be To his parents- Blessed with Powers to prove Setting an example To the world around him- Eighteen years before The birth of nineteen hundred The year he was born- Penning thoughts All above scalable levels Making him the sole ruler In his piquant writing In novels so many As well as poetry So much to be inspired And adored By every reader- A poet spotted by Beard and turban Seldom not seen Without this identity- Throughout his living Many poems Challenging enough to be counted Everyone a compliment Of each other- Teaching and preaching Courage and passion Will and determination Skill and ability- A trend-setter In his helm- Though no more Several years before From this day- Finding peace in eternity In the year nineteen twenty one- Forty years Is so little a period For all his achievements And contribution to the society- Subramania Bharati So proudly called as Bharathiyar- This day-December Eleven Twenty Eighteen A memorable day to recall and remember For all the efforts he dedicated To the growth of his mother tongue- Ever raising his voice For the empowerment of the language The ancient Tamil- Long live The Bearded Poet- You are still in us!