Comrades

I know being a person for change,

Of the society in progressive way,

The presence of comrades,

In life to encourage my feelings.

To carry on such relation,

A pure heart is always necessary,

Always to refresh my mind,

And,

To make me smile and pleasant.

Each and every moment I spent

With my comrades,

Scattering sweet pleasant odour,

And,

The fragrance of such memories

has become a golden period.

To my pain and disappointment,

To my shattered dreams,

I find those atmosphere is not 

In today's era,

Goals are on one side,

And,

On the other side,

There is groupism,

Treachery to adorn the position,

It's one such hell of a fight, 

Always makes me sad in my brain. 

There would be imperfections, 

To acknowledge the flaws,

To recognize the cause,

And,

In such state of affairs,

Those persons sailing together, 

Will never be called comrades,

In the absence of love,

For the cause

That bind the ties between them.

The magic of love for cause,

Is floating in the air,

That creates foundation for 

A vanguard team,

Who sacrifice for the cause,

That is to break the chains of bondage,

And 

Makes it stronger and indestructible.