The Old Man with His Plate
He was a beggar indeed,
But never stole other’s plate,
Felt I missed him.
Put a coin in his empty plate.
He was a beggar indeed,
But never stole other’s plate,
Felt I missed him.
Put a coin in his empty plate.
I walked along the aisles of the meadow
Everywhere there’s a riot of colour,
Sweet smell of flowers wafted in the air
Creating a surreal atmosphere.
How can a rustic like me respond
To a mad world moving at a breakneck speed?
How does he come out of his long – held creed?
While I still grapple with the monstrous tech age
And vainly try to come to terms with it,
Hiranmaya summoned thousands of horse carts to push a single boulder weighing over 80 tonnes over the chamber containing the diamond on the top of the Vimana Tower at a height of 65 m above the majestic temple. It took around another hundred days under the gaze of the military undernewly crowned Emperor Hiranmaya for the said act. Kundavai watched with tears as men kept engaged tirelessly over restoring the pride of the Empire. The single boulder fitted nicely over the mystical diamond and stood radiantly as a crown over the majestic Vimana Tower. When the first rays of the sun kissed the temple, the temple went golden in color and no reflection of the sun fell on either side.
To look at astral objects all;
With that fulfilled, I’ll acquire
The stature of a man tall.
He got furious and stole the Diamond. With the Diamond, he orchestrated all the moves right from setting up Hiranmaya to enter a pact with Hiranya, ousted Krishnan Raman for the Empire, killed Valli Mayil and gained the confidence of the people of the Empire. Once he gained power, he showed his true nature, crushed the Sinhala kingdom which was controlling the Empire and put Hiranya and Hiranmaya into imprisonment. Unaware of his moves, I was really awestruck seeing my wayward son becoming a tyrannical ruler. But the motherly love in me and my hatred towards the family of Valli Mayil, I secretly admired my son taking over the Empire. But I was not aware of his machinations till one day, when I raised the topic of his marriage, he requested me to invite Krishnan Raman.
Once you find where you erred,
Resolve not to repeat that again-
And know that you incurred no great loss,
For in reform there’s permanent gain.
Meanwhile an uneasy calm prevailed at the Empire of Tanjore. The coronation of Kulothunga was being undertaken under the watchful eyes of Hiranya and the Sinhala army. Kundavai was effectively a prisoner at their hands though she was overseeing the coronation process of her son. Hiranmaya who had brought in this uneasy truce remained the only sane voice who tried to usher in normalcy. He was of the view that the Sinhala army should return back to the Sinhala kingdom which was hotly contested by Hiranya.
Fiercely loyal to the Emperor Mutharaiyar, Krishnan Raman summoned his troops and waged a battle with Hiranya. Krishnan Raman’s trusted soldiers and Hiranya’s army drew their weapons and took up battle positions as their soldiers charged in for a bitter and bloody battle. Hiranyas army was bigger and stronger as they were backed by the Sinhala Army. The battle raged on for a week. Each time Krishnan Raman appeared to be winning the battle but Hiranya emerged with much bigger army. The rest of the kingdoms in the South and even some from the North sensed an opportunity to share the loot of the Tanjore Empire. The powerful naval forces of the Tanjore Empire did not participate in the war and remained neutral. There was confusion within the ranks regarding whose orders to follow?
A year passed by. Valli Mayil gave birth to twins to the joy of Mutharaiyar. He named them as Hiranya and Hiranmaya. Kundavai took everything with grace. She was only worried of her son Kulothunga who was getting wayward. Hiranya was valorous and equipped with all sorts of training on warfare very much like his father Mutharaiyar. He was also a good wrestler. Hiranmaya imbibed all the qualities of his grandfather the Great Emperor Elangovathiarayan. He listened to the stories of Lord Shiva and the spiritual journeys of Emperor Elangovathiarayan from the veteran Court Poet Bhalanetra