Her grey invaded hair and thick framed glasses that covered
the feminine form of Guevara eyes ,
The eyes I admired most and the gaze which radiated freedom
Her empathy for the warriors of forest made me her acquaintance
Words from her which had no holds to bar draw me into her
The fury in her that tremble the mighty made me fearless
The rebel but serene self of her lit hope among lives in dark,
The liberated soul had the whole of sky to fly free,
But I am still here struggling to break out of my cage.
