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!
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