The Raindrops Are Dripping With Blood Poem by Neelamani Sutar

The raindrops are dripping with blood.
The blood is scattering in the wind.
The intensity of the rain is increasing in the wind.

Alone on an abandoned road
like a wet crow wet,
bloodstains from the end of
the blood droplets from my body with the hair in the synthesis of the horrible sight.

I went to the crop field,
walked to the pond,
voluntarily went to the cane for thorns,
and everything soaked in red blood
greeted me.

I want to give up so much blood in a little space,
I want to go out of the stream of blood.
There is no such place anywhere!
Even if it rains a lot,
if there is a lot of blood wash, where will I go?