I carry the auric red of the births and sacrifices
of my motherland;
My soul swirls in its soothing blue expanse
Yellow rays diffuse the patriotic blessings of a golden heart,
Amidst the wounds and bruises of the hectic mundane,
I’m always mesmerized by its meditative greenness;
My heartbeats immerse in the eternal love
that gradually confluences* with the circle of completeness.
*Author’s note: A break from the usual rules of grammar. Confluence is used as a verb in this context for poetic purpose only.