Archive for the ‘Poetry/Art’ Category
A drawing of Thileepan Anna by Allen MarshalBy Editor - September 21st, 2010 |
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When the Indian and Sri Lankan governments signed the Indo-Lanka accord in mid 1987, the Tamil people were undecided as to whether the treaty was to their benefit or not. When large numbers of Indian troops arrived on the island, the Tamil people initially viewed them as ‘liberators’ from the excesses of the Sri Lankan army, even though the Indo-Lanka accord was primarily aimed at securing Indian strategic objectives in the region and the ending of Tamil nationalism on the island. |
For You My Brother, I will;By Editor - September 10th, 2010 |
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By: Allen Marshal For You My Brother, I will; |
17 againBy Editor - September 10th, 2010 |
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By: Jonathan Arunasalam 17 years have passed by fast |
ThornsBy Editor - September 8th, 2010 |
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Written by: Allen Marshal It’s beauty has entrapped him and he lost myself within. |
Peace.By Editor - September 2nd, 2010 |
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by : EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan reach out your hand to help those in need |
I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL.By Editor - August 18th, 2010 |
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I fight like a girl who refuses to be a victim. |
What will you give me?By Editor - August 16th, 2010 |
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By: Trinity Joseph Peter What will you give me? A plot of land that I once owned and Something YOU call “peace” & “security” |
It Is July ’83By Editor - August 10th, 2010 |
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By: Nevetha Yogarajah Today is the first day. Yet it is not the first day that I see the pain |
It lies beneath the surface.By Editor - August 10th, 2010 |
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By: Trinity Joseph Peter I know that when you see me |
Who am I ?By Editor - July 24th, 2010 |
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Written by: Shayanika Suresh “Who am I?” Is that not such a simple question? Why is it then that I find myself searching for an answer? True, I could reply by saying my name but what will I say to the question that follows: “Where are you from?” It is not that I do not know where I was born because I do. I know my motherland. It has a name, yet I cannot say it. Why? Not because I am embarrassed (for I am not) and not because I am afraid (for I am not), but because I have been denied rights to my land. |