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from the heaven flows into the rivers and flows down to join the sea. Again from the sea
the water is sucked up by the sun and rises to the sky, whence it descends again as rain
and flows down as rivers. Even so, feelings and values rise from the people and, touching
the poet's heart, are transformed into a poem which, in turn, enlightens and inspires the
people. Thus in every land the poets and their
people continuously reinforce each other. The tenderness and purity and the untold
sufferings of women took shape as the Uttara Raamaayana. Like an unflickering lamp, it
throws light on the quality of their hearts. Whether the epics and songs of a nation
spring from the faith and ideas of the common folk, or whether a nation's faith and ideas
are produced by its literature is a question which one is free to answer .as one likes.
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