the car that we were riding
ran smoothly on the road after
that short drizzle of rain.
someone was recently shot dead
beside the road by two men riding
in tandem.
the man was hit right on his head
and his chest and he fell dead
on the road
blood oozed and showed the red color
of death and then the rain came
just a short drizzle of rain to clean
the road where flesh blood was carried
down the drain
the dead body was taken by the police
car to the morgue
and the car that we were riding ran
smoothly on that road after that
short drizzle of rain
and we continued with our journey back
home pretending that nothing unusual
is happening in this country that
we so loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem