Ravindra Kumar (02 July 1951 / India)
Me and Comrade
At some time in past, pacing dispersed deliberation fine,
I met accidently childhood a mate close to mine;
Yet, he is not mendicant, stiff replete,
Become visible altogether equally, drew sight;
'Hastily reach somewhere I', was my only answer - ignite,
If no symphony exists in human race, matter excite.
Soon the spirit stirred to delineate -
Many eyes were fixed at me and comrade.
He too is man of dignity and pride
Well learnt, self-reliant, vigorous and gratified;
Little his fanatic and freak made him waif
And confirm not an ideal of living safe.
Astonishingly perk, perhaps, he concluded actual existence,
Sneer with splashing note on my strange performance:
Set uncombed hair posting both hands thereon
Marched towards destination unsettled in gloomy way-worn.
It is gesture tells standard all of us.
In as for as, society co-operate with a loquacious
Hugged not poor and deserving due to hesitate,
Victorious appreciated beyond measure those ne'er violate,
Turn round the cycle pursuing principles certain we feel,
Ready not to deny, ostensible reserved in our deal
An artless enquiry knock but in vain
Just digest, can landscape bloom without rain?
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.