❖ The War That Still Breathes ❖
They said the war is over,
But the wind still trembles like gunfire.
The earth still smells of smoke and salt,
and the sea carries names
No monument dares to speak.
Displacement did not end with footsteps—
it settled into bones,
in lullabies sung in foreign rooms,
in maps drawn without a homeland.
❖ Two Souls of One People ❖
One soul rises like a flame,
burning quietly for freedom,
guarding language as a sacred fire,
carrying history like a wounded child.
Another bends like grass in a foreign wind,
kneeling before power,
burying the truth for safety,
and calling silence wisdom.
Between them stands the nation—
torn like a flag in a storm,
stitched with hope on one side,
and regret on the other.
❖ The March of Masks ❖
Some wander
through halls of titles and praise,
chasing crowns made of echoes,
drinking the admiration poured by strangers.
They adorn themselves with borrowed colors,
speak proudly in borrowed voices,
and forget the language that first called them “child.”
Identity slips from their shoulders
like a shawl dropped in haste,
while the shadows of their ancestors
wait barefoot at the door.
❖ The Forgotten Brave ❖
They fell without witnesses,
without cameras,
without historians to ink their breath.
They left as sons and daughters,
but returned as silence.
No statues rise where they sleep.
No anthems guard their dreams.
Only the earth remembers
how gently they touched it
before becoming part of it.
❖ Exile’s Unending Night ❖
Exile is not distance—
It is a clock that refuses dawn.
It is borrowed laughter,
and tears with no translator.
Children grow speaking skies
their grandparents never saw,
while the old whisper maps
No border now admits.
Even in foreign winters,
their hearts beat in tropical rhythm,
drumming softly—
home, home, home.
❖ An Oath Beneath the Ashes ❖
Forgetfulness may rule the streets,
But memory rules the dust.
Beneath every footprint lies a vow
No conqueror can erase.
History is not written only in books—
It is written in scars,
in lullabies,
in graves without names.
✧ Epilogue — The Promise of Remembrance ✧
One day, the forgotten will be spoken.
One day, the silenced will be heard.
One day, the erased will return,
not as ghosts—
But as truth.
And the world will learn
What the broken earth has known all along:
a people who carry memory like fire
can never truly be extinguished.
Written by Eelaththu Nilavan