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ALK TO OUR TOMBS, ATLEAST FROM NOW ON! A poem by Deebachelvan

Enough of seeing the war –stone that had

smashed our hearts.

Enough of seeing the statue of your soldier

who has killed and thrown us and shout victoriously.

Enough of seeing the stone-map, that,

wrecking our nation,

dance as one country on our mutilated bodies

Come to the land where our warriors are sown

My dear Sinhalese Brothers!

Come and see the wounds on our faces.

Please see the gallantry of those gigantic feet

That had crushed our heads for centuries.

Please witness the valour of your militia

that had bombarded the tombs.

Please see their grandeur of scaring the sleep

of the dead

and denying them place to lie in peace.

Just sit for a while and talk to our tombs

My dear Sinhalese Sisters.

Each atom of the tombs damaged

would convey our thirst;

would carry the dream of our generation.

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Rendered in English by Latha Ramakrishnan