The Clairvoyant Poem by Saju Abraham

Little feet hastened on the grass,
To the call of a mother,
She was her mother since those days,
Days of gory crimes the two were unaware,
But there was one man, who knew it all,
He dreamt of white flashes and red rivers,
Suffered a saga of bloodshed,
Drugged himself to forget her,
Forgot her address to protect her.

On a rainy night he'd found her,
While her friend lay dead on her bed,
Brutally butchered for love,
An honor killing by the wealthy family.
He had loved her at first sight,
He had lost her at first sight,
He had sent her away to some distant land,
And now he lay dead in that poor street.
Could he see those little feet,
Hastening to the woman he'd loved?
She held her against her breasts,
Hid her tears for the man she'd lost.