As I lie in hibernation,
In pool of affection
Of Mother Muse
Awash with tranquility,
I reflect on battle ahead,
On transgressions of oppressors
And restitutions
To be enforced when battle is over,
When victory is tucked
Inside box of national rebirth.
As I lie inside sanctuary
Of Mother’s counsel,
Wisdom cascades onto me
In righteous ablution.
Yet
My mind stirs in worry
As thoughts of prisoners of war
Held in many dungeons of oppressors
Invade my tranquil mind.
I stretch my hand now
To drink cupful of patience.