Resistance Draws In fresh Sustenance Poem by Mohammad Younus

Resistance draws in fresh sustenance,
From new blood shed by the unbridled fighters,
How gracious and generous they are!
Brooks and pools hold their blood to their bosom!
The blood waves sway our boat of resistance,
To the rhythm of freedom songs,
The mountains glowing in nebulous dreams of freedom,
Invite us eagerly, to climb up to the highest summits,
Eye of mine, why are you downcast and paled?
Golden dreams, will surely get fulfilled one day,
Our dreams, golden though you are!
Come true, come true soon; here we are since long waiting,
Countless hovering stars twinkle on our blood waves,
The thick blood vapours drink the horizon around us,
But, I believe the morning breeze shallflutter,
Over our shaded and faded valley of roses,
And our lakes and brooks shall reflect the ripening fruit,
Of our young seeds that we sow each day.

Mykoul