Omayra Sanchez (1972 - 1985)
Black. Dark.Death.
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.
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Balachandran V, Trivandrum 04.01.2014
I feel terrible; posted this poem a week ago and not even a single comment! Wow, guess I gotta stop blogging. What is the point in dancing to an empty audience?
ReplyDeleteNo, of course I will keep on blogging, whenever I feel like it. But I'd like to hear somebody saying 'Good Job'! :-)
I loved your poem about Omayra, thanks for helping keep her story alove
DeleteThank you so much, Clear Light! I just cannot forget Omayra...
DeleteTouching and above all; thoughtful of you Balan. And no! even if you dont have a single reader; you SHOULD not stop blogging. If people dont read you; they dont know what they miss. I pity them.
DeleteI must admit that i miss reading you frequently these days. Post more frequently please
That was so nice of you, B! :-) Have you 'wikied' Omayra? You should see the Youtube posts! It is a such a haunting tragedy. I was more depressed thinking of Omayra rather than nobody commenting on the poem.
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