Poem
During anti-Ayub movement in the 1960’s a young leftwing political activist had warrant against him. He would secretly move around by trains. Police detectives followed him. It was never clear in the poem whether the young man went to his village and met his mother and comrades, or whether he was just thinking about them and thus the past, present and future of the politics of that particular time of our history all converged in his subconscious.
