The body grew weak,
But the mountain of resolve never crumbled!
Hunger tightened its grip,
Yet the fire of struggle never dimmed!
Thileepan’s heart –
a nerve of revolution,
a pulse of a nation,
a spark for generations!
“Let others live,
even if my life burns away” –
in that vow of truth,
Sacrifice itself became a language.
Silent hunger unto death –
Yet within it roared a thunder:
“Freedom for the Tamils
is the meaning of my life!”
O Flame born of sacrifice!
In your light still rises rebellion,
still burns the firestorm,
still awakens the nation!
Written by: Eelaththu Nilavan
“A pen forged in sacrifice, carrying the eternal flame of Tamil.”
