A Tribute To Prabakaran Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

I am as grievous as you
Enter thee bottom
Of my heart, its true
A man am I, as though
With an identity
Against any treacheries
Against any blood being shed
At any cost,
Read my heart not assigning
Any mark.

We are filled with spaces and time
And called by names
A manby any name,
Sounds as human
Devoid of any identity

You hate an image
Developed by years!
And it's true he cost many lives
Of human blood
Realize my plight
I still do not hate him
For I am a dog
Wagging my tail.
Without knowing he cost my life
Without knowing he cost my land!

I weep for you, shedding my blood
From the bottom of my heart
But who is hereso base
That would be a human
Human in a sense of human
If any, speak for him
Have I offended.

Who is here with clean hands
Clean hands in a sense of
Clean hands
If any, speak for him
Have I offended.

Who is here so vile that
Will not love his community
With its own identity
If any, speak for him
Have I offended.