Death Fact – Three Poem by Dibakar Sarkar

Those who want to die, die certainly not –
rather are forced to relish other’s death.

They are born humans,
tortured all through
and at a certain moment
they believe torture
to be a habit of the torturer.

One day, the human, tortured for long,
has crouched today with her back rising,
and the immunity system feels lucky.

The torturer felt an heartache,
and he died soon
he even left least opportunity
for calling in a doctor

The torturer began weeping

The Director said, “Cut! ”