Martyr of Nallur : Thileepan
A hero born in Jaffna, where palm trees swayed,
His patriotic figure stood unafraid.
Books in one hand, dreams in his eyes,
He turned into the truth beneath the shady sky.
They called him Thileepan, but born as Rasaiah Parthipan,
He heard fear in his people's cries.
No bread he took, no drop, no grain,
Only his strong will, steadfast, humane.
Days become silent whispers, just pin drop silence,
The air was silenced, its like something kept its mouth shut.
Children watched, elders wept,
Jaffna soil the vigils kept.
12 days, 12 nights he starved,
His body felt ill, like a virus entered his body.
He wanted freedom, justice and identity,
For his people... the Tamils.
The way that the years have passed,
His story was heard from all places.
Not all martyrs, heroes can wield a blade,
Some burn as light cannot fade.
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