‘Where have you kept them, where, how many do you have?’
The police chief asked again and again.
‘Tell me, bastard, son of a swine
Where have you kept them?”
Barking sound shakes the room, not my heart.
With red eyes the CID officer
Opened his report book: ‘Look sir, here it is!’
Suddenly a terrific blow landed on my nose,
On the face, eyes, chest, ribs and abdomen.
The sounds of kicks and batons
Seemed to make the world rock before me
When I regained consciousness
I licked with my parched tongue
The dark clotted bloods at lip’s corner
And laughed loud.
Two of my eyes are grenades,
Nose is a sten-gun
Ribs are rifles
Both the arms are light machine guns
and my feet tanks
How then, that they could not find any arms on me!
Translated by Siddidue Mahmudur Rahman