(A Revolutionary Tribute to the Tamil Eelam Fighters)
They are not here on this earth today,
But in our hearts, their shadows stay!
To those who boast they wiped them away,
Can you erase what our souls replay?
They gave up the dreams of their youthful years,
And offered themselves to free their peers.
They sacrificed the days they could have lived,
So future Tamils may rise and breathe.
The flames they lit in the name of right,
Though silenced now, they still burn so bright.
Their bodies may have fallen to the ground,
But in our minds, their truth resounds.
Their smiles once lit the edge of pain,
While hearts bore wounds that left no stain.
They laughed in the name of their mother’s song,
And died where the roots of Tamil belong.
Their deaths were never a tale’s end —
But seeds that grew through every bend.
From shattered lands, through blood-soaked clay,
Their memories bloom in us each day.
The path they walked, so fiercely brave,
Still flickers through each breath we take.
Freedom may remain a dream afar,
But they lived that dream beneath the stars.
Times may change, the winds may bend,
But memories like theirs — no end.
You can burn the flesh, destroy the frame,
But not the will, nor the sacred flame.
We can never forget what they gave,
For in each moment, bold and brave,
They rise again — in every breath,
Defying silence, defying death.
□ Eelaththu Nilavan □
28/06/2025
