TAMIL NATIONAL FORUM
Thondaimanarru, Tamil Eelam
[Dedicated to the heroic memory of
all the writers and journalists assassinated by the Sri Lanka State]
4 February 2006
The pen is mightier than the sword
So I’m told
‘Cause the idea is bigger than a single Man;
Once it’s planted; it sprouts
It grows into a marvelous Sycamore tree!
The idea we share,
With hearts and minds who really care
So we dream of that Day
For the dove will descend on the Sycamore tree!
The Pen in my Tamil land
Flesh of my flesh; bones of my bones are crucified.
For they wrote what they witnessed,
Maravar blood of the Crucified
Thiyagi sown in
the Eelam soil,
They will rise again; and so we console our spirit.
Beneath the shade of the Sycamore tree
The widows and the orphans congregate:
In agonizing quartertones;
Tears now turn into that bloody ‘red thing’…
There is solemn dignity.
A lad of martial courage beats the Royal Melam
With eloquent tongue sings a song of lamentation:
The Tiger will not search for a rat to catch!
Our simple tears
Feed the parched ground
Hollow men try to order our ancient habitats.
Like a candle flame caught in the monsoon rain
Our resolve has not diminished
The Sycamore tree, simply utters a pregnant whisper:
For every pause; there must be a good reason
For each silence; there is a word of wisdom
For every worthy cause; hidden martyrs resurrect
Take up your pen
Resurrect the vision:
Shalom; Samathanam; Peace.
You hear the travailing groan floating in the sea-breeze:
The peace-child is still being born
Underneath the flamboyant Tree!