To Our Fallen Hero

You died in the line of duty

In the name of the motherland

What a noble cause you were on

You died at the filthy feet of the terrorist

Who deserved not the right to life

Nature looked on as you succumbed

To the crime of the heartless

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We shall engrave your tombstone

In pearls of diamond and pearls of gold

With the most touching romance

Here lies the rumbler of the jungle

Owner of a million stars

Conqueror of battalions

Pride of our courage

Most beloved of our hearts

Son of our most beloved

We the living have nothing short of praise.

If our hairs were pens and our streams wells of ink

And the leaves paper and forests multiplied

Time unlimited and energies granted

We would run out of ink and paper

Booking down your deeds now gone.

Your symbol of courage and strength

Your sojourn that was glory

Shall forever be our story

That if white and black die and its narration undone

Our children and those of them shall

Keep you in song and speak of the legend

To their children to the world’s end.

If the sea valleys were baskets

Our tears would still be orphans of space

As we mourn you departed hero.

Miles and miles you went

Past the border of the land

Into the jungle of the devil

In the scorching sun and tiring sand

Wails of their children and women

Did not freeze your feet

You weren’t deceived by the quiet of their villages

You marched on and on

Trouncing, torching, rumbling in true spirit

The pride of the land

No order given did you belittle

Even when you saw in it pain

Fire!

And you let metals talk

Behead!

And you remained patriot

Eat!

You remembered your hunger

You will forever remain our hero.

We shall name our children after your name

You whose life was to himself a souvenir

And were slaughtered by the terrorist

Cutting short your hunger to slaughter.

Patriot

What do I do with the love in my chest?
What do I tell the want that kills me?
Tell me
You whose beauty travels deeper than the skin
You whose heart is soft and tender

What do I feel?
The love for this woman
The smell of her breeze
The green of her sight
The dark of her being
The contours of her scape
The ridges of her skin
What is this I feel
For the wholeness that should be?
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I dream when I dream
Woman
Why are you so cold
In the heat of your being?
Why are you famished
In heaps of your bounties?
Why are you stranger
In the history of your existence?
Why are you lonely
In the multitude of your children?
Why are you grieving
In the happiness that illuminates you?
Why are you chained
In the web of an absent spider?
Why are you ignorant and unable
In the giant books that are fed to you?
Why are you in shame
In the wealth of your dignity
Why, woman, why?
What do I do with the love in my chest?
What do I tell the want that kills me?
Tell me
You whose beauty travels deeper than the skin
You whose heart is soft and tender
Do I close my eye and claim blindness
Upon the mortality that sweeps your feet
Initiated by others
But committed by your hands?
Should I still love
One whose bounties she scatters
And keeps borrower at the doors of their castles?
Why, woman, why?
Beyond me is the understanding of this love
No. Not love
It is a continuation of you
Being you
And hope
That the dark sun
Even in dream
Tomorrow
May shine.