Destiny Of A Terrorist Poem by Tapas Baidya

Nobody knows
When one will be engulfed by an explosion
In the crowd
Who knows the man walking beside is a terrorist
As if he returns home for the last kiss to his new born baby

Bearing a detonator he walks unmindfully
The sun can’t see him
The wind can’t touch him
The humanity can’t stop his race
He walks in the crowd alone

On the way to the goal induced upon him
He jostles poverty, the greatest enemy
He overcomes society friends family love passion
His baby his life his hell and heaven
At last he confronts himself

After a long argumental discussion he realizes
His way is nothing but an ideological paradox
And no can do well by means of bloody outbursts

In the mean time the death knocks at the remote
Embracing the dark hollowness of man made world
He mislays him in a big bang