Omayra Sanchez (1972 - 1985)
Light does not light up her eyes.
Nor does it my heart as I look at you, Omayra.
Your eyes are like the sky;
Where is it, the glimmer of hope, of light?
I want to, but how can I turn away from you?
How can I turn away, Omayra, tell me
From the miseries and tragedies
From the fraility and foolishness of our lives?
Where were I, Omayra, when you slowly
Breathed your last?
Where am I, when the world suffer?
A lamp. A candle. A little beam of light.
For you, Omayra Sanchez Garzon.
*********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 04.01.2014