i am a Marxixt and I have built
a sweet home with tatas who with
military forces destroyed adivasi
villages in Kalinganagar.
i am a Marxist and my home is built with bricks
made of blood red of tender limbs.
i am a Marxist and my children hate vernacular,
low lands and plains, and dream of inhaling pure air
of Canada, Texas, Bristol, New York, Chicago.
i am a Marxist and I never raise my voice for the rights
of adivasis, muslims or other outcastes and I collect plods
to renew the old walls of status quo.
i am a Marxist and each way I seek
to climb to the mountain of the chosen few
riding safe ladders of caste and class.
i am a Marxist and my daughters celebrate birthdays
hopping malls, drinking at city’s happiest bar,
booking tickets to the moon.
i am a Marxist and I worship my household gods
and firmly pray for classless, casteless, genderless days.
i am a Marxist and I send my friends
to my astrologer friends to add gold to iron days.
i am a Marxist and I coolly sit on
shares I hold, and in evening rallies
i blare against inequality, injustice and class.