Mullivaikkal- The Burning Memory
Mullivaikkal- The Burning Memory
In that May month,
when not a single drop of rain fell,
bombs
poured down like a storm.
As sea and land came together,
the night wailed aloud in agony.
The breath
of nameless children
vanished
into the smoky air of bomb blasts…
The ancestral land of the Tamils
was trapped like prey
in the spiderweb of Sinhala authoritarianism,
which claimed it as its own
and celebrated with banners!
In the struggle for land rights
in the name of mother Tamil,
blood of the Tamils
flowed like rivers
through the green valleys…
In the hand of the Buddhist flag,
in the mask of peace,
came injustice.
Nations that were meant to be
the eyes of justice
closed their eyes,
and in a silence of complicity,
feasted with the rogue state…
In one night, how many dreams were shattered!
How many futures were crushed!
The scent of Mullivaikkal’s soil
still carries
the stench of blood
on that dark earth…
Today – May 18,
with aching hearts,
we carry in our souls
the name of every life
lost in those bombings.
Even if the world forgets,
the anguished cry of Mullivaikkal
echoes in our minds…
Though justice hangs by a thread
and life was lost,
the memories remain alive.
The lives
of innocent Eelam Tamils
are not ordinary –
they are
the seeds of our freedom!
Writer: unknown
Translation by Hari
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