Secret Assassination - Translated from Souvik Bandopadhay's "Guptohottya"

He had stood in a shopping mall
and revolted against the demolition of a ghetto.
Standing outside an ice cream parlour
he had protested against land grab.
With folded hands he had sought forgiveness from a family which had converted to a multiplex.
With outstretched hands he had begged for love from a car stranded at a traffic signal.
Outside the gates of a multinational company he had congregated agitating jute mill workers.
And instead of wasting time in exotic candle light marches he had caught the rapist in a fatal strangle hold.
One day while trying to write an advertisement copy he had instead written a manifesto.
And yet that day when he spat towards the sky,
while flying like a rebel kite between sadness and melancholy,
and the spit had fallen back on our faces,
we declared him a looney.
And because there can be no transaction between loonies and healthy society,
and because loonies are injurious to us,
it is heard that he was secretly assasinated.