POEM FROM TAMIL LITERATURE - HARBINGER OF HAVOC

ABOUT THE POEM: The poem HARBINGER OF HAVOC is a translated version of a poem from Tamil Literature. The poem unfolds with a vivid portrayal of a protagonist, perhaps a formidable individual or force, who possesses the unique ability to swiftly annihilate enemies at will. Unlike the god of death, who patiently bides his time, this powerful entity can unleash destructive forces instantly inducing terror among those who oppose it. The adversaries, paralyzed by fear, experience haunting nightmares of catastrophic events – meteors plummeting, trees shedding leaves and the sun igniting in flames. The imagery intensifies with birds emitting distressing cries, teeth falling, bodies anointed with oil and even wild hogs engaging in unsettling mating rituals. The foes live in perpetual dread, seeking refuge in unsafe homes, concealing their anguish from loved ones through desperate acts like kissing their children's eyes. The chaos sown by this force results in widespread confusion and upheaval in the lands of adversaries. The protagonist is likened to a raging fire and gusty winds advancing relentlessly and leaving destruction in their wake. The poem captures the psychological and physical impact of this powerful force on the lives of those who stand against it, painting a vivid picture of terror, despair and disorder in the face of an unstoppable and vengeful power. HARBINGER OF HAVOC  In shadows deep, the god of death delays, Yet you, with might, in swift, fierce displays, Unleash upon your foes, a vengeful breath, A force that conquers, bringing instant death. In trembling fear, your enemies reside, Haunted by dreams, where meteors collide, Tall trees, once proud, their leaves now fall, The sun is ablaze as if the heavens call. Birds wail in anguish, piercing and deep, Teeth on earth, in a scattered heap, Bodies anointed, with oil's slick sheen, Wild hogs entwined, a scene obscene. Garments abandoned, weapons forsake, In constant terror, their homes quake, Concealing sorrow, from wives they part. Kissing their children's eyes, with heavy hearts. Confusion reigns in lands once sure, You advance, a fire that will endure, Raging, gusty winds, your fierce advance, Leaving adversaries in a perilous trance.