Nobody knows <br />When one will be engulfed by an explosion <br />In the crowd <br />Who knows the man walking beside is a terrorist <br />As if he returns home for the last kiss to his new born baby <br /> <br />Bearing a detonator he walks unmindfully <br />The sun can’t see him <br /> The wind can’t touch him <br /> The humanity can’t stop his race <br /> He walks in the crowd alone <br /> <br />On the way to the goal induced upon him <br />He jostles poverty, the greatest enemy <br />He overcomes society friends family love passion <br />His baby his life his hell and heaven <br />At last he confronts himself <br /> <br />After a long argumental discussion he realizes <br />His way is nothing but an ideological paradox <br />And no can do well by means of bloody outbursts <br /> <br />In the mean time the death knocks at the remote <br />Embracing the dark hollowness of man made world <br />He mislays him in a big bang<br /><br />Tapas Baidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destiny-of-a-terrorist/
