I’ve seen the level of exploitation
Provided by this system
In the name of humanitarian socialism
Now I kiss on your moisturizer
Now I kiss on your cold cream
And your smile makes me braver to realize the feel that
Yes, this immortal dynasty too can have an end
Apparently there’s no bend in the so called social trend,
Everyone has to act in a Yes Ma’am way
In a Yes Sir manner everybody is bound to behave;
But the mind runs after the courage, for,
The sunrise is a basic necessity
Right in this rightist democratic nation
My love towards you acts as a pious passion
To fight any darkness, that’s filled with cowardice;
I seek an advice from you
Whether to start our voyage de utopia
Now or not
The thought, that itches within like a nightmare
Wants me to hold you in me
And I touch your thrill,
I come closer to your core rhythm
Let my ambitions turn into ashes
I’ll make love with your angel belief
I’ll swim on your waves the whole night
Then automatically the jealous sun will appear,
The bourgeois hegemony will wish to see me broken
In thousand and eight corrupted pieces;
But as because I’ve forgot to flirt with the opportunity,
Now I belong to a classless mission
And revolution is my one and only romantic base;
I worship you by my kisses
And I kiss on your vision
And I kiss on your dream
I’ve seen the level of exploitation
Provided by this system
In the name of humanitarian socialism…
s/d
Deepankar Choudhury
27/02/2013
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