A name, just a name on the cold black stone,

A name, dead now, paying for human intolerance.

Martin, you are just a name, inscribed-so cold,

Have no form or face to us, just a name in Ground Zero.

You have sized to exist a long time back, may be you have.

May be you do not feel love any more, but my friend

You still bring love and tears to others, who never knew you.

My love, today when I stand in front of the north pool

With invisible life gushing down, no heat can scorch you anymore

You are not just a name any more, you are the white rose

That kisses the morning sun all over this universe and brings hope.