Tortured Beast / টরচার্ড বিস্ট
In certain hangouts, late nights, if I’ve had some, I would reveal my well-kept notebook. I’d show it to my new friends and the discussions and conversations would continue.
Before dawn, like I always have, I would put the book back in the most secure drawer wrapped in newspapers below other important documents and lock it up.
The beast is not caught up in all that.

