To that human tower of humanity, My dear friend, consecrated. Eagerly I have begun to read the volume. Each and every line is honey with its natural perfume, spilled by decorative Thamizh.
What a splendour,
I see in this book, countless similies, numerous mataphors, rhymes and rythems! How many siddhantha (from Inner soul of infinity)?
How many vedhantha (from existence to eternity) in this book?
Any of the pages on
which my fingers touch,
there the ensigns of waves of philosophy, dazzles.
Line by line, like horse, explicit Thamizh, leaping and splashing in the broadway of my heart and comes procession by dancing.
"As we percieve, who is by and of all but within us, so we glorify him by the name of "God" in our Human language.