Immerse in me, in life–
Even as I dwell in apprehension
Succumb to intoxication
Of increasing aspiration
Drain in imagination
Of the ongoing revolution

Not another death to uphold your religion
No more such violent catch 22 situation
Not to secure your mother’s dormant statues
Nor to pay back for your father’s power abuse

For I believe, freedom is ours to possess; not for the Royals to offer
Even as they recreate their myths, and even as we continue to suffer…!

Tookie said, my children, don’t join the gangs of the privileged
Times have changed for worse, and yet we are now educated

A revolutionary forwards
the notion of collective workloads, to share, not to compete, to enjoy not to own
hence advocates workers’ rights to unite for strength, not be vehicles for reaction

The night’s a façade, the day conceals
And my gladness, the stars too miss
My feelings how can they know
Those greetings on sale and marketed gifts

Not a party, but the politics
Not to change, but replace
Stop quoting, enuff said
Your own mind, on the top
Wake up! Wake up!

All I remember is the passion
The commitments our bodies made
The moments of undeniable truths
And now it’s all so eerie
Does love have a logical ending?

Never saw you giving into compromise
Never saw you owning a piece-of-land
Never watched you beg for favours
In a world, oh so, full of opportunists.

Ere half a century, she was in chain
She was silent and cried in pain
Her children fought and freed her then
She asks now: Where disappeared all of them?

Look, all ye men of politics
I dare flak all your policies
That talk volumes of promises
Aimed at deceiving the masses

I bear no grudge that you feel complacent
But its heinous to say that the world is content

Why, Bhagat Sing, didn’t you marry?
Why did you flee away from home feeling sorry
For your family which was arranging your marriage
You boldly defied them and took revolutionary’s pledge

How can I express my love for you?
I’m no lover, can’t kneel down and propose to you

What I say is immaterial
It has lost its relevance
In a world where I am dead
The poet is dead
The lover is dead
The birdwatcher dead