Che and me

Che and Me

I never met him, I never saw him

Never heard him speak.

I saw a photograph of him once

In that beret and those green overalls.

I could say he must be a revolutionary

But of what type? This I didn’t know.

I searched for information regarding him

Though the net and some books

And then I came to know about this Argentine-Cuban.

But for me he was not a man belonging to just a nation

If he belonged somewhere, it was humanity.

I came to know about his motorcycle adventures

I came to know about the Revolution in Cuba.

And then I read about the New Man

And then came the Congolese Revolution.

Finally came Bolivia, where he was fighting the oppressive regime.

And then I knew the fate of this revolutionary.

He was captured, and then executed by the government.

 Various people had various views regarding him

Some like me thought of him as a hero

There were many who criticized him.

But what was the truth of this man?

What was he actually was I cannot tell

But for me he was a human

A human who left his possessions to fight

For the destitute, and for those who were suffering.

For me he was a real revolutionary.

Che may have been murdered long ago

But still his ideas live.

Still he is there spreading the notion of revolution.