Yeats, Keats and TS Elliot all wrote fantastic poems. Rumi did the same but at a different level. To connoisseurs of Tamil poems, they transcend all boundaries. A poet can describe his loved ones in so many words, compare her to the lush of Mother Nature or the beauty of a full moon but a Tamil poet tells her at a divine level. Something as mundane as feeling frisky on a wet evening is pictured by Vairamuthu beautifully in a single stanza. (From the 1980s movie 'Raja Parvai' where ironically a blind man describes his feeling to his non-blind companion) "அந்தி மழை பொழிகிறது, ஒவொவரு தூளியிலும் உன் முகம் தெரிகிறது" 'Evening rain is pouring, In its every droplet, I see your face. Some may call these lyrics cheesy, but it works perfectly well for admirers of Tamil literature. We have heard songs that induce suicide. The Hungarian composer Rezsö Seress is given the dubious honour of composing Gloomy Sunday in 1932, connected to more suicides than any son...
It is all Mimesis