Blood Poem by Vishnudev Murikkanattil

Youth can kill you at times,
Teenage has a blood boiling climax.
Just before Twenty,
we think of everything we can and can't,
Hormones make us believe,
that we are powerful as hell.
Even the entire universe is at our whims.
Perhaps, the two boys were innocent,
but as everyone says,
speed kills.
Two young bloods lost lives.

There was a rain that night,
and it washed away the blood stains,
The street was busy again the next day.
The moment of silence that erupted,
at the moment of collision,
had gone much before the rain.
Bustling streets, bustling life.
New time, has erased the accident.

Everything was normal on the road
the very next day.
The rain washed away the stains and memories,
but a never-ending rain of emotions
has erupted in their family;
a rain that will never stop.