"Remorse ",To Che Guevara
Che, in thy sleepless night in dense forest,
I wasn't there with thee.
From Bolivia to Cuba when thy call
Convulsed the youth;
I couldn't respond.
Che, when thee were surrounded by foe,
Then I had my jocund moments
Writing sonnets to fair dame -
And kept aside vehemence from me,
So I slunk away.
Holding thy image on my T-shirt
Now I dare to talk about revolution;
Che, we betrayed thee
Che, we art thy real enemy.
© Prasenjit Chanda
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