The Blood Is Overflowing On The Street Poem by Neelamani Sutar

As far as everything seems to be blurred from a distance, I see everything clearly, my heart is pounding, the unspoken story is in my heart.

The green fields return home in the evening, then the twilight --gloom spreads the lonely wind, the broken wings of the bird. With it's head blowing, waiting for the tumultuous flight.

The illusion of grasshoppers group is playing hide and seek in my mind, in the name of abusive child, walking on the wild grass, falling down the light comes down while holding someone's hand, suddenly a bullet stuck in his heart, a path accumulated in his blood, the pink bicycle of a dreamy teenager is lying.

From afar, the shadows of these thoughts, how many colors appear in the eyes of the fly, suddenly find you in danger even today.

Our times are cut short, the festival begins and the lanterns of memory fly around!