sister that New Year was
sixteen, a naive civilian:
cheeks just began to grow rosy, her lips vermilion;
eyes symbolized the azure sky, her heart a green bud;
soul was filled with warmth, the spring sun lifeblood.
she was only sixteen,
many guys had already dreamed of a wedding scene.
many a virtuous mother even had wished pride
having her as hopefully her son’s well-behaved bride.
and proper as the fragrance of pomelo flowers,
maidenhood had not been rippled by flirtation powers.
time passed, it had added to her cheeks more rose
illuminate the moon’s light and dim the dove’s pose.
day from some deep jungle, a soldier, man of mettle,
her a pink letter together with an orchid petal.
she had not opened his letter yet,
April already set up a white mourning net.
frightening! Everywhere was full of blood and fire.
if to break the sky exploded the Soviet missiles dire.
shelled the populace and she was hit:
dreams, green age, perfume and beauty to quit!
mom embraced her body, thought a nightmare maybe.
younger sister, yet an innocent baby,
their mother bitterly crying, also wept,
inanely called her sister whose hand she dearly kept.
lay motionless in her mom’s arms there
her meek big and round eyes, with a fixed stare
bewilderment with a thousand questions in her brain:
has brought thunderstorms to this peaceful plain?”
anywhere, in spirit rapture, they continued to expand.
died with his letter still held in her hand.
blood gradually permeated to redden all words he sent.
Murderers! You killed my sister, are you content?
Translation by THANH-THANH