These are not statues carved by time!
These are not statues carved by time!
Sculptors who carved a time!
Those who teach the wind its direction.
They have no dreams. They are the dreams of the enemy.
The sun does not come and shine, the heat is the creation of their eyes.
The forest trees are the roof.
The mounds are the flowers.
If they are cold in the snow, they will burn the enemy’s cannons to cool down.
The enemy’s borders are their playgrounds.
The nights of confrontation are festivals, the nights of fighting are Diwali.
They fall at the feet of those who fear death to touch them and kneel
What lies in their hands is not guns
The levers of history.
– Suriyaputhalvarkal,1995
(Translation by Tamilpriya)
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