क्रान्तीकारी नेपाल

To remember our dear Comrade and Friend i am posting 2 poems he sent to me some time ago. ‘Abdullah’, ‘Tan C Tan’, ‘Right way ahead’ will be sorrily missed! He’s ashes will be presented soon in Singapore at a large gathering of Comrades and friends.

MY MOTHER

(FOR WPRM & H)

This old man, he was once,

Growing up, growing tall.

Steam and coke helped pronounced,

Setting up of his stall.

Sedan chair - labour men,

Sat him there long and hard.

Sucks the blood on his hands,

From this feast will not part.

Once he fired Union Jack,

Sitting on sedan chair.

Now he drags Union Jack,

Jerkingly by the hair.

Tomahawk - Tora Caves

‘ranium rays o,er Najjaf,

All the world’s what he craves,

He sucks blood cot to grave.

Tears of Mum, my Iraq ,

Cries of pain, Afghan sons -

Crystallised, diamond spark!

Mother’s call must be done!

Have-nots all, brave of braves!

See the front, battle looms.

G I Joe digs his grave;

Still will fight, till his doom.

Have-nots all, brave of braves!

Traitor knaves, sin on sin.

Crush the haves, teach the knaves,

Know you have world to win.

Abdullah Iraq

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YOU ARE THE HOPE

FOR RIM AND A

You are light of passes bright,

Glinting from the loftiest mounts.

From all corners we have sight,

Through all battles are we bound.

Hope of myriads’ what you are

Diamond glint forever shine.

Battles break out wide and far,

Some will make it, still is fine!

‘Long this tortuous thorny road,

Epic fight against the haves.

Spare not Dengists, centrist toads,

Ever lay them in their graves.

First to worry worries the,

All the worries ‘neath the skies.

Last to savour victories’

All the plum and honour high.

Abdullah Iraq

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