Sickle and Hammer

The sickle and hammer, never did stammer,

to make a labourer earn!

They fought the employers, stern

and urged for equal chance!

Peasants and men with collars blue,

I heard, 

they abhorred the bourgeoisie, 

untrue!

And the sickles-hammers' exuberance;

throughout the world grew!

My abode was the foothills of the Himalayas.

But the Ural, Volga, Tundra and Steppes,

Baikal, Pacific, Elburz, and Arctic

I glanced with my old man's eyes!

He told me about two beard men, named Marx and Lenin and  had an ardent follower, 

who was christened Stalin!

Knowing about Communism, my heart went out sailing!

I learned about the bourgeoisie and the have-nots, the struggle and victory of latter;

My eyes couldn't stop!

'That old man' who took me to the Elburz, dived me through the Baikal,

Have "ceased to exist"

My heart pines away for him.

But 

whenever I read Marx and stare at night skies;

I know,

 'my old man' is the star that's untouched!