There was thunder in the hut br teeth clattered under the ground. br Handcuffed you walk in inequality br to qualify for hanging till dead. br I may not tell myself br what was happening to me. br br Moving in opposite direction br the bird was able to catch the smell. br My stance was always making a stroke br in the canvas of a tormentor br abbreviated in a muscular arm br starting violences of sleep. br br Corralled in doorframes, keeping br the lights off, this was the nemesis br for asking for the change. Haungered, the br human being, absorbed by the br absence of chains which were not br coming in sight. br br br br *On the fate of Kanu Sanyal, founder of naxalite movement, who hanged himself to death on 23th March 2010.