A Peerless Classical Language

 

A Peerless Classical Language

From time's dawn, a river flows,
Through golden sands where culture glows.
A tongue so rich, so bold, so bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Not mere words, but history’s breath,
Echoing life beyond mere death.
From Sangam songs to stone-carved lore,
Tamil resounds forevermore.

A mother’s lull, a poet’s dream,
A scholar’s lamp, a warrior’s scream.
Carved in scripts that time defies,
A living flame that never dies.

Through Bharathi’s fire, Valluvan’s grace,
It lifts the soul to boundless space.
A bridge where wisdom gently flows,
Where justice, love, and valor grows.

A tongue of saints and seers of old,
Where truth is inked in words of gold.
A shield against the shifting tide,
Tamil stands, an ancient guide.

Empires rise, and empires fall,
Yet Tamil stands, outlasting all.
A melody in the cosmic chime,
Unshaken by the weight of time.

So here we stand, with heads held high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
A song of pride, of love, of lore—
Tamil lives on, forevermore!

-      rs