Thinking Martyr Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the funeral procession of mourners,
I am stretched out on the coffin,
Shrouded in green flag,
Buried under the wreaths of roses,
My eyes closed, but my heart awake,
I think of you, your troubles, your pain,
Had I told the angels why I feel for you,
They would have left the celestial homes,
It's gardens, it's streams of milk, honey, and wine,
And joined you in your fight and resistance
Against tyranny and oppression.

Mykoul