Baba I want to be a Maoist
Roaming round the jungles and the hills
the small boy fixes his eyes at the television set
He watches two tribal women in the police van
The police have arrested them from the jungle
Why did they arrest them from the jungle?
The boy wonders…
Those two women sat quietly…like a bonfire
They had Maoist gun on their shoulders
The boy hides his face in the lap of his dad
And whispers Baba whom do they call a Maoist?
The father says : the poor fights their battles
from hide outs of jungles always
The boy is painting with his water colours
Seeing his Baba he hides his drawing in his bosom
The father ask what did you hide…tell me
The small boy says Baba I want to be a Maoist...