Sivavakkiyar’s Padal


Why, honey is the bee's saliva;
the beetle's saliva is on the flower,
the cows milk itself is mixed with the saliva of the calf!
why should there be so much fuss over it?


Milk does not return to the udder, nor butter to the butter-milk;
Nor the life within the sea-shell, if it breaks, to its body;
The blown flower, the fallen fruit, do not return to the tree;
The dead are not born, never, never, never, never!

by Sivavakkiyar

Comments (1)

This is unusal. I tried to work out who 'SHE' is and I came up with yoyur other self, your darker side. Very good poem