Will Immerse Myself In Your Memories

(Poem)

like the burning heat
of the high noon 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 gushed out 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
carefully, so carefully,
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 sun
the breath of your love
for your beloved motherland.

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