My Martyred Brother
My brothers who
Walked,
anger in eyes, to marry
Coquettish death
Feeling the pride,
Waking up knowing,
Today will be the victory
For the Panth
My brothers who stood,
Fearlessly,
Against the oppressor
Bullets tearing their chests, bombs in the air,
My brothers who heard,
The unexplained blood,
The crying weight of the sadness, burnt corpses
Hidden in the tall grass,
My brothers who laughed
At the face of death
And rose fiercely to fight,
The caged Lions,
Their aura of light
Their tortured bodies
Lie forgotten, alone
My martyred brothers,
Who died smiling, fighting
Strong.
