Preparation

A little poem that describes the frustration of a writer with bad governance

For you I make a portrait
That captures my best smile,
Let my eyes twinkle
And my face be radiant,
So when I die
And friend and foe come
To shed all shades of tears,
They’d know I died a good death.

Tell the country
One soul out of 140 million
Passes on,
Unnoticed as usual,
Taking his multiple pains
Leaving her the smile
On my face in this image.

Tell the leaders of the country
I leave behind a sheathed sword,
One less prodigal
On the horizon of resistance,
One more star
In the haven of peace.