A tribute to the Tiger!

To Prabhakaran.....so long!!

Forty summers passed,
I slighted the sun, going behind the horizon.
It was a riot of red,across my gray sky.

The gentle falling leaves,
cradled my comrades.
I submersed myself in mutilated mirth.

Marching on the invincible path,
I stumbled upon destiny.
She ridiculed me with her gear, death.

I embraced it silently.
The slanderous wind unveiled me of glory,
Barring a handful of earth,where I stand sublime.