Written by: Eelaththu Nilavan
(Tamil – is my breath. Tamil – is my voice. Tamil – is my vow as a son of this soil.)
Language: Tamil. Race: Tamil. Religion: Tamil.
Even if death knocks at my door,
I shall never forget my name – Tamil!
The first word I mumbled as a baby,
Will be the last breath I whisper!
My race is Tamil,
My culture is Tamil,
And if you ask my religion, it is Tamil!
Even if the sky shatters and the earth cracks,
The identity of a Tamil shall never perish!
Our history sings of war and wisdom,
Our victories are carved into stone, not sand!
Our Sangam poets wrote with fire and blood,
We are not a forgotten tale – we are an unbroken civilization!
Rejecting our language is rejecting us.
Erasing our mother tongue is matricide.
And this neutral, poisonous politics
Is just a mask for a deeper fascism!
We must resist! We must rise!
The Tamil oath burns in our chest!
If their parliaments erase us,
We are ready to burn down their laws in return!
We will never accept a foreign language
That comes with no justice for our people.
In our schools, in our colleges,
Only Tamil shall fly as the proud flag!
When a language dies,
People are buried with it.
The Tamil who forgets his tongue
Becomes a murderer of his bloodline!
So hear this now –
If Tamil is rejected,
Then Tamils must reject it in return!
In all forms, in all systems,
For Tamils, only Tamil is the path!
This is not just poetry –
This is war.
This is our sacred vow to survive!
Tamil shall never be sidelined again,
And if they dare —
The Tamil will explode in revolution!
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