We knew her name.
We knew her face.
And we knew she slew the Devil.
Yet, we denied she was ours.
For us,
She was never our kind.
She knew we would deny her.
She knew we would denounce her.
She knew we would never remember her.
Yet, she chose
Her destiny.
She knew
That one day
The truth will
Burst through the
Banks of lies and deceits.
The Tamils denied her yesterday.
They deny her today.
And they will deny her tomorrow.
But in Khalistan,
The Sikhs
Will one day
Build a temple
In her memory
Because she
Uprooted the
Tree that
Uprooted
The lives of Tamils and Sikhs
After the mother tree
Was uprooted
When the storm
Of freedom
Blew through
The hearts of
Two sons of Khalistan.
And then may Tamil
Heads lie low in shame.
And the curses of
Tamil and Sikh
Widows ignite
The fire
That remains
Extinguished
In their hearts.
– – By Dr A.R.Sriskanda Rajah
