Written by
Eelaththu Nilavan
13/08/2025
In the forest where tigers once ruled,
Now…
The wolves howl —
Declaring themselves as kings.
Their howls echo as peace talks one day,
Development projects the next —
But all end up
as twisted screams
that erases a nation’s history.
The tigers are not old.
They still open their eyes in the homeland —
not in fear,
not in retreat,
but to witness
the cycle of deceit
with silent, strategic vision.
The wolves, today,
In the name of cooperation, they
are laying claim to Tamil soil.
And the great powers of the world —
grant them the time,
and the stage —
all in the name of “good governance”…
But our right to a homeland
was never theirs to give.
Today:
Tamil Eelam is not just a memory —
It is the evidence
of a world that refuses to admit its crime.
Where wolves sign agreements,
Our Tigers shed blood.
And now,
those agreements
are being torn
by the tears of the people.
This era
is the moment we stare into the mirror of betrayal.
This is the battleground
of a new generation —
rising not just with guns,
but with voices,
with memory,
with truth.
In today’s Tamil national struggle,
the howls of wolves
may fill the silence,
But the forest
remains alert.
Even the trees
have become ears —
listening to every lie
They whisper through laws.
And in that forest…
One day…
Silence will scream.
Calm will fight back.
And rebirth will erupt.
When the Tigers roar again,
Even history will tremble.
This is not the end.
This is only an intermission.
We will return — with justice, memory, and resolve.
