My grandfather, Dr K Vaidyanathan, was a teacher by profession, and a poet at heart. He used to be very devoted to Mundagakkanni Amman, and so was very much in my thoughts these last few days. I was leafing through some of his poetry and reliving his thoughts. Here is one, from his book, ‘Smiles and Tears’, published in 1936.
When a riotous wind about me play’d
When reason fled and rhyme delay’d,
Ere Muse form forth her bower came,
To join free my hearty game,
Ere passion stirr’d my sleeping thoughts
And songs awoke in each other’s hearts
When lip to lip the whisper sped
Of the joy of moon’s peeping head
My pen began a worthless ditty,
O, what shall I say – ’tis a pity!
He would have sure loved the Web 2.0 world!