Terrorist
He died with this loneliness
He was a poet
He was a graphic artist
He was a technocrat
computer scientist
He died with this loneliness
of being all of them
none of them
He was a bomb blaster
He was a spy
He was a terrorist
He died with this loneliness
of being none of them
He zeroed on in circles
He was fascinated by circles
He drew them, painted them
and blew them up
He was a terrorist
He died with this loneliness
of being one.
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