Eelaththu Nilavan | Tamileelam:
(In memory of Chemmani-Sindubathi)
Buried beneath the earth, yet not silenced,
Our voices, our dreams, and yesterday’s dawn.
The clang of Sinhala boots and gunfire
Extinguished the flame of our resistance in silence.
To the left, a mother’s broken skeleton,
To the right, her child’s shattered spine.
They lay embracing each other –
Unafraid, but their dreams torn apart.
Death’s dark bird arrived one night,
Sky cracked with the hiss of serpent shells.
There are no smiles left on these faces,
But the stillness is heavy with silent pain.
These are not just bones –
They are testimonies of our language.
In this Tamil motherland,
They are truths the soil still holds.
From these deep pits,
Bloom the dried flowers of memory.
Children’s laughter, fathers’ cries
Still cling to every rib and limb.
Close your eyes and see this image –
Their stories will echo in your soul.
“We once dreamed,” they whisper,
“Not just for us – but for you too.”
Now we bear a duty –
To recover the dreams they lost.
Though the Sri Lankan state buried them,
This very soil shall raise us again.
□ Eelaththu Nilavan □
14/06/2025
