Withered flower (Kumaran Asan)
And yet, I too suffer at the thought of your separation Looking at you lie here pitiably Aren’t we the same, aren’t we brothers? Oh flower, didn’t the very same hands create all of us? Return now, my eyes, scorching and fading, turning into sand dust, this flower obliterates today, Think of it, this predicament…
Boundaries of the Survivor
Let me say this upfront, Vairamuthu is a decent lyricist with no discernible literary merit. His absolute pretentiousness in projecting himself as the heir of Jeyakanthan, his laughable attempts at lobbying for awards apart, he is a sexist, uncouth, opportunistic, lowlife who has gone around harassing and exploiting girls and women using his position of…
Skylit 