Will Immerse Myself In Your Memories

(Poem)

like the burning heat

of the high noon’s sun

the breath of your love

for your beloved motherland…

rustling was the wind

while bidding goodbye

to your fallen body

in the shrubby hill

not a single firefly

winked that night

the moon prayed while gazing

at the onslaught of darkness

the grass cried

the birds wailed

howling were the devil’s gunfires

and blood sprouted from your breast

overflowing with ardent love

for the downtrodden class

and for the country

incarcerated by tears and grief.

will immerse myself in your memories

in a silken pouch

entrust i will my flaming desire

i will hide everything

inside the old trunk of dreams

your memories will guard them

while lurking is fear

and onrushing are the waves

of enslaving injustices…

yes, i will immerse myself in your memories

those memories as red as the red, red roses

those memories as simmering

as the flames of unrelenting struggle

and as pure as the nectar of the hibiscus

will always immerse myself in your memories

and seething always will be

my insurgent blood and spirit!

like the burning heat

of the high noon’s sun

the breath of your love

for your beloved motherland.