Helplessness. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Every passing thought
Make me desperate
To annihilate the citadel of Dictatorship;
Every drop of my blood throbbing restlessly to unveil publicly the grotesque face of the Statecraft!
My every nerve rushes to crush
the bloody citadel!

Yet restraining myself I have to confine desperate steps within the four walls.
Being a simple man I look back into my family.
Being a simple man, I hit my own head on the walls.
Day by day insanity grows within me for I am helpless!