The speaker expresses holding their grief close to their chest and feeling helpless, yet there's a recurring plea or command to roll bidis, perhaps as a means to cope or perform a task despite the sorrow.

This couplet paints a poignant picture of hardship and survival. It describes someone pressing 'bundles of warmth' (perhaps a metaphor for seeking comfort or actual hot compresses for relief) against their chest. Simultaneously, they are urged to 'roll the bidis,' small hand-rolled cigarettes, a task often associated with manual labor and low wages. The repetition of 'helpless, roll the bidis!' underscores a profound sense of vulnerability and destitution. It highlights a life where comfort is scarce, and one is compelled to perform tedious, poorly paid work just to get by, emphasizing a cycle of dependency and struggle.