Those are sacred memories of hearing Uncle Ho's voice reciting New Year's greetings, like "a gentle breeze lifting the steps of the troops." Meanwhile, author Nguyen Phung Ky, "after so many years of longing," also recorded the profound emotions he felt when he first visited Uncle Ho's mausoleum: "Beside Him for just a few moments / I felt as if I were standing under the shade of a giant tree."
On this occasion, SGGP Newspaper is pleased to introduce to readers two works about President Ho Chi Minh by two poets.
Poems dedicated to Uncle Ho
How many times have I written poems to offer to Uncle Ho?
The emotions of a soldier of Uncle Ho's army remain intact.
The years of the Trường Sơn mountain range and its rapids.
And the Đồng Tháp Mười region is filled with the fragrant scent of lotus flowers.
***
I still remember that warm, familiar voice.
Every New Year's Eve, we hear the Buddha's New Year's greetings.
It wasn't thunder from above, but the heartfelt words of God.
A gentle breeze lifted the marching troops.
***
Uncle has been gone for fifty-seven years.
But the warmth remains as it was in the past.
Following in His footsteps, we light the fire.
May the country be peaceful and glorious, like the land of the Dragon and the Immortal.
Tran The Tuyen
My first time visiting the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum.
My heart has longed for this for so many years.
I want to go to the North to visit President Ho Chi Minh's Mausoleum.
I've arrived back in the capital city.
I want to take a shortcut to meet Him.
***
Uncle! I've met you!
As if there were no separation by a hundred hills and a thousand rivers
Look up at that vast forehead.
Radiating a brilliant pink glow in all directions.
Also available: snow pillows, frost blankets.
Bamboo shoots and corn porridge will forever linger in my memory.
***
I can see Uncle Ho smiling.
And I heard a hundred pieces of advice from Uncle Ho.
Listen to Uncle Ho's instructions to read the Declaration.
Its echoes resound far and wide across the poor villages and hamlets.
Even in stormy weather, the oarsman remains steadfast.
I will always remember all the acts of kindness and compassion.
***
My heart will forever weave the threads of sincerity.
The more hardships we endure, the stronger our love for the people becomes.
Just a few moments with you
I feel as if I am standing under the shade of a giant tree.
Uncle, I love you so much.
Heartbreaking pain, tears streaming down my face!
Nguyen Phung Ky
Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/mai-nho-nguoi-post853010.html
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