Living a Vibrant Life

I was like a fallen autumn leaf, Withering beneath the banyan tree's boughs, I know you might have forgotten. The first day of Allahabad, Now known as Prayagraj, It marked my first hunger strike, Within the university campus, And my trembling hands recited the first poem. The memories flooded back yesterday, Nirala Ji's home's doorway, And that stone-breaking in Daraganj, Mahadevi Ji's playful squirrel, You must have seen that tree. My journey, while growing up, So much joy and colors of life, The university still smiles at me, As if I were its little child, Holding a pen and paper, Reciting "The battle is still on" with great enthusiasm, And spending nights in the library, conversing with books. The memory of the payment my friend received, Margaret from the English department, And the Miss Poetess from the Hindi department, That endearing "A childhood lost in the village" With my rebellious poem, The bitter truths of society and the nation. Remembering the ancient history department, My name written in Harappan script, Nirala Sabha's stage, where I delivered a speech, And a lecture offered as a reward and fulfillment, When I fell asleep. So much to remember, Between the sweet union of character and sacrifice, Even with unfulfilled needs, Because hope and faith, For nation-building and social change, Reminds us of the essence of "The battle is still on," And the last effort to keep fighting. Living a vibrant life, With the thoughts of Karl Marx and Kant, I have spent a fulfilling life, Breaking stones like Nirala did, Engaging in Premchand's love labor, And being a part of "The battle is still on," Reminding me of days gone by. Hegel and Schopenhauer's philosophies, Survived amidst the contradictions, Satre's understanding I found, Leibniz and Mill were sufficient, To comprehend the usefulness and materialism of philosophy, Today, I have forgotten all the philosophies, Rejecting Vedic doctrines, For I had already denied materialism. Verses from “Samar Shesh hai”