To gherao and mobilize,
To use the firearms,
To demonstrate violently,
To do the strike,
To lock the factory,
To give the slogan,
To flex the muscle,
The paste the graffiti,
To spread the rumour,
To put the areas under the command
The clubs and committees,
Their job,
Of the Communists.
What it pains most is this that they are
The most dirty men,
The most notorious fellows
Who play with party and politics
And politicize it all,
See it all in terms of colour,
Friction and fissure
And cracks and division,
Dividing society
In between the haves and the have-nots,
The rich and the poor,
The exploited and the exploiters,
The proletariat and the bourgeois,
The rebels and revolutionaries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem