I was curious when I picked up this book. In fact, this is not my usual genre, but I was pulled in by his interview published in a weekly shortly after the book's release. Of course, reading it in its original form in Tamizh would have been very different. So, about the book, the author to put in his own words had written these poems for himself. To give a leeway to that constant voice that was once booming within but then later subdued by the so called moral cries of the community, to vent the hurt & the pain, to heal or even to hope, I guess. Few of the poems quite naturally pass his pains of hurt and anger onto the reader. Of course, sometimes it did feel repetitive, but then when looked at as a chronicle of the author's mental journey through pain, hurt, and anger, every single poem in here felt important and significant to me. For someone, who wants to understand the consequences of controversies such as madhorubagan, this book is a suggestive read.