Read Poem: Blood In The Rain, by Neville Bhaskaran

Those silver magical drops, we call rain
Poured mercilessly
As they descended from heaven, shrouded in pain
Drenching my soul with sorrow
Dark clouds looming large
Teeth gnashing and eyes narrow
With poodles of sadness all around
Drowning me in the stream of misery
Hanging by the string of hope searching for firm ground
Blood flowed as the rains poured from above
Splattering them in a remorseless rhythm
Staining my concise for ever
Each gushing and gurgling trying to out flow the other
The heart bleeding till the bones
While the rains after a time had stopped to bother
It lays bare, soiled in mud and blood by the drain
Tears not enough to wipe it clean
So, it awaits those silver magical drops, we call rain.

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