Absence

Between the departure and arrival,
From one home of disfigured fortune to another,
You have barely begun your short biography.
On the water were your footprints,
And some unreadable names, written in your blood.
In that geography of brilliant sunshine and endless searching,
We discovered, the excavated landscape of your fragile anatomy.

Ah, Angel!
With your innocence,
You faced the monster.
With death, you paid the price!
And in return we admit in shame,
We could not do you
Justice, you so deserve.
We failed you!

Oh, child of imaginary parents!
To be left so high and dry,
Is it to be your fate always?
Oh, those imaginary parents!
Are they real only in a hallucinated world?

Rise, Angel, rise from the belly of volcano.
Rise from your deep eternal slumber.
Rise with rising sun and freshness of morning.
Let ripples of flowing water cry out.
Let stones of rivers also cry out in protest,
Till absence itself rises with the elements
To unriddle, the enigma you left us.

In your memory,
I plant a drop of ink,
In the sky of this blank page,
May it become a witness to the horror, you saw
In the twilight hours of your frightened eyes.