Here’s a poem by Kabir, on the occasion of the centenary of the Bolshevik Revolution, in Different Truths.

Adhered to the wall 

They craved for freedom 

One after another punch 

Throbbing on their faces 

For them it was the ease of living 

To be a tamed slave 

Even when they were untamed from inside 

Boom! Came in the first assault 

Not on the chest and spitting blood 

Making it a murder mystery 

But on the brains of the prisoners 

In the form of “Book-burning Campaign” 

Rationality turning to a phase of irrationality

Dictators ruling with fanatic crowd 

Back on their mind, they knew what’s wrong 

They themselves are wrong 

But it’s better to be a timid ant 

Then to be a flat ant with abdomens out, killed 

Boom! Came in the second assault 

On the world which gathered for food 

Fungus ruling over them, like a rich fruit 

“Limit the world, then you will have power”

Best dialogue the cursed ear smiled upon 

Boom! Boom! Boom, who’s dying nobody counts 

Among the Red Corpuscles, in that thickness 

A Red October was waiting to burst open 

Making the world gather in the right side

Tolstoy, made the deal with his “War & Peace” 

Even when the world was being pierced

His characters were germinating 

Lenin, started his war which had an even result 

A war which was meant for dying 

To make their children respire freely 

World which once had limitations 

Now started to see a sky in that periphery 

Where they can be the Galaxy of Fortune 

Gorki, penned the war in his transcripts 

On a mother, who waited for the war 

Trotsky, waved his hand towards Gorki 

Claiming him to be his follower 

With ease Russia started a new world 

Inside a war which was both hot and cold 

Information telegraphed, some talked 

But everyone knew what lies ahead 

No, No, No, it’s not the zero result of war 

Instead this war led to eradication 

Of poverty, of fanaticism, of superstitions 

They just started the Engine

With us as the fuel, to embrace freedom 

“It’s all about People’s Power”, a perfect stamp

It still is Red and it still breathes 

Even when prisoners still wait to be free 

But you know what! It’s better now 

Now we are Red, & now we fight

Better than a defeated, killed ant. 

©Kabir Deb

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Kabir Deb

Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed my schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed his Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion and a hobby from his childhood. He wants change the society with the power of poetry. He believes that society can destroy the most destructive force in the society and create a better tomorrow.