Generations meet!
Generations meet!
The leaves and the stems meet.
They converge on the path of the leader.
The blood vessels of the ripe leaf that is about to fall off began to swell.
The ‘new scripture’ spoke to the stems, slowly opening its mouth.
“How can you give this land to the enemy, my daughter! How long will you die as a refugee under the shade of a tree? The time for dawn has come. I have placed a tool in your hand.
Walk, walk, my daughter! I will also come. I will give my life for the country.”
– Puthuvai Ratnathurai
(Translation by Tamilpriya)
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