I AM A MARXIST

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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.

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Abu Siddik

Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

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