M.N.Roy

It is not that your political philosophy interests me, Communism with humanism, Movement to the U.S.S.R. and Mexico and China as for your training, But your personal life, Want I to read you, Your marriage with the foreigners, The brides from afar, The white brides and the conservative society of the then times And its reactions On being with them. Manbenda Roy, I am interested not at all in your political philosophy, But the leaves from your diary, The book of your life, I want to turn over the pages of it and to see How had been it your personal life, A peep into it? The world may call you a comrade, a cadre and if it is not, A great socialist as well as an internationalist, Crossing over the seas, Tasting the forbidden fruit then, But your socialism interests me not As no pamphleteer am I, No famed socialist am I, A sculptor of the unknown citizen, Whose busts and torsos make I And it suits me too And here lies my philosophy of life and the world. You please tell us about your first wife Evelyn Trent, A graduate from Stanford Who supported you And later on, chose you Ellen Gottschalk as your second German wife Who compiled your woks posthumously? Your political philosophy not, Marxism-laced with humanism, But your affairs with foreigners And their inspiration I count upon, sire, Your communism not, But your personal relations.