Change life
Amma clutched the worn poetry book, its pages yellowed like old photographs. Kannadasan's verses had sustained her through factory shifts and sleepless nights. She'd memorized every word, finding courage in his fearless questions about justice and dignity. One evening, her daughter asked why she read so religiously. Amma shared the stories—how poetry rewired her mind, transformed despair into determination. Her daughter listened, then applied for college. Years later, watching her daughter graduate, Amma understood the poet's power. Change wasn't dramatic; it was quiet, persistent, passed forward like oil lamps between generations, illuminating pathways others would follow.
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