MEMORIES OF LIFE

I remember some 

moments of my life,

Where I used to devote

The revolutionary path.

I used to rise early

 in the morning,

Used to go to 

nearby villages,

Used to mix with 

poor people,

Paths of those villages, 

surrounded by 

pebbles stones, 

forests.

I used to sit with the 

poor villagers on the mat,

And.

We were discussing their

problems of life.

Thereafter, I used to

Go to college by bicycle.

I was struggling 

with money,

But l fell in love,

With Marxist philosophy, 

Vowing to struggle against the exploitation of capitalist

people who are responsible 

for the deep despair of 

poor people's life.

I have faced many frequent

 interviews with

People believing 

capitalist outlook,

Taunting by those 

people of the society.

I am abhorrent to 

The conduct of

Becoming disrespectful 

to those people,

That is my nature,

And, I used,

To be riddled with 

cannons of abuse,

Being laughed at criticism, 

At every step

Talking to them.

Family responsibility

and 

Some memories of life

leads me to infinity

And 

Also give realise

to be oneself,

Feeling, alone but not alone,

With the hope of lights.

 I believe from heart,

That ancient always talked word, 

its name is Time.

Time would say 

The time of liberation

Of man from misery 

And exploitation.

As longmy brain feels young,

And my legs are strong,

I will just keep going on myself with my ideological mind.

And yes they'll make me ache and groan for revolutionary outlook,

As I face on

Each new day,

I have my dreams from That period,

The killer of wishes, 

The thief of my goals; 

Used to come at night and steal my dreams. One may be strong;

But he has a fear called "Defeat". 

This mind of defeat is

 draining my energy,

As a result, I lose focus.                             

But I stand tall,

And 

I'm putting an end to the trouble 

And damage caused to me.