28.05.2025 – Tamileelam.
— A Poetic Reflection by Eelaththu Nilavan.
Like the Sky That Stands Unshaken…
In a land where women were told
“To count footsteps, not letters,”
She rose — not from silk-draped silence,
But from fire — a Tamil Eelam woman!
Wiping her tears on the blade of a gun,
She crossed oceans of sorrow
And carved her path through storm and smoke —
With the voice of ancient Purananuru echoing in her steps.
The world trembled when she breathed:
“Tiger,” they whispered,
Not knowing she was the roar behind the silence,
The rhythm behind resistance.
When lush green lands turned crimson
With wounds too deep for soil to heal,
She held her mother’s tears in her fist
And set ablaze every shackle named fate.
She was not at war —
She was the fury of dignity denied.
Born of the funeral pyres, she rose,
A daughter of valor,
A poem etched across the sky.
“They said women have no path in war.”
But she answered with steps that shook mountains.
She asked the moon one night:
“This is my mother’s soil —
And I shall guard it with my blood’s shadow.”
– Eelaththu Nilavan.
28/05/2025.
