Karumpuli, A history that marks the date of death
Karumpuli,
A history that marks the date of death
A sandalwood that binds sulfur to the palm
An idol that does not come out for the street urchin
A sublime that breathes life
A miracle whose roots cannot be known
A combination of breeze and storm
If you start writing about them… any language will fail
Words will become impoverished
Even if psychologists enter
They will come out empty-handed
If imaginary poets write poetry
They will say it is a miracle
The next word will not come
Painters can also light a flame
Even those who have been acquainted
From the side can only give hints
Even if you dig deep
You will not know the root
Can the ocean be contained with a bag?
Can you reach the flowing cloud with a ladder?
Any enemy force will eventually surrender to them
They will laugh until the last moment – The difference
They are different people
Who plucks the flower of life
And pay the price for freedom.
When the news that broke the next day comes out
The horoscope and astrology will set themselves on fire
They are just like everyone else, walking on foot
Speaking with their mouths,
Covering their heads with their hands
Only the fire of freedom burns inside
This is a brave man
Who can touch and shake even unreachable targets
Just by putting a spear on his back….
They are the ones
Who carry death on their shoulders
And move by counting the seconds
When they mix with the air and water
The air becomes hot
The water becomes fire
For them,
The sun is only as far as their hands can reach
The Pacific Ocean is knee-deep
Karumpulikal; Storms that the leader can reach
Those who love the leader as much as they love their mother
Those who only care about the homeland
Fear of the next moment of separation
is not printed in their dictionary
The day when the pride of blackness came
The day when a tiger became the first Karumpuli
July 5/1987
The day when “Miller” started a new history in Nelliyadi
“Everything is fine, Vadamaratchi is under our control”
The eardrums of the person who sent the message to Colombo
Were torn before they could close their mouths
How could the enemy have expected
That death would come running straight to their face and meet them
The “life weapon” is strong.
Karumpulikal
– Ulaikkalam
Puthuvai Ratnathurai
(Translation by Tamilpriya)
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