It was when you walked out of my life
That my life first tasted blood,
The blood oozing from my heart!
Then when I lost my name,
When I was thrown out of lives and houses,
When I was friendless, beaten up
And left a tramp to tread
Endless paths of loneliness...
I drank blood and I retched blood!
Then I was no one’s son
And no one’s brother,
And no one’s lover...
I was a nameless traveller,
Who lost his way
And torn off by the beasts,
And my life is Blood Red!
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I would like to translate this poem
It was when you walked out of my life That my life first tasted blood, The blood oozing from my heart! Bloody red life.....Kerala once again with regime of communists....but still they are the highest educated and 100%literate state of India.Glad to meet someone from Kerala. I wish i could vote your all works but this site banned me of voting anyone coz' of my extensive expressiveness which they think as exaggerations.