On The Suicide Of A Killer Poem by Rahman Henry

In his last days
He became so much quiet
Deep inside that silence
There were unvoiced but expressed protests—

The suicidalmystery of a murderer
Finally,convulsed the society

It's such a death, for which even a poet needs to be
A detective and researcher
to compose an elegy. If not a professional killer,
Who could cut himself into pieces, like this,
And could fill a huge Kitchen bowl?

Screaming from a lonely home
Blood is pouring into the sewerage— ah,
Would we able to stop killing? unnatural death?

A bunch of truth entered into
and befitted in the kitchen bowl—