To Sivaramani

Tonight,
under the unforgiving sky-
the grave of protesting voices lost
in the dark commands of
ruthless engulfing black holes of history-,
the ashes of your bones
shall raise an army of a
 million phoenixes in rebellion,
the answers searched
with your death
shall be squeezed out of unyielding tongues,
the arms of power shall be bound
with curses of martyred dreams ,
a mutiny will be called
 with the words you burned,
and stars of remembrance shall shine