(Dedicated to Puthuvype ) Its raining On the streets. Its scared In the eyes. In the whole mind Worried about the Explosive after the wall. It eventual grown up As people who raised their fists to the slogan Let us live. Its my born soil Its my grown up dreams. The waves, where we played up The shores , where we tune in. Its our sea fed us even in the time of drought. Its our boat Carried us even in the time of flood. Its raining in the streets scattered the slogan for existence. 2 We followed you peacefully By requesting you humbly. But, You dragged us brutely By forgetting your past sadly. You abused us verbally By forgetting your principle hopelessly. We looked at our body And we see that you stamped Some words on Our chest with blood. Perhaps we doubt We misunderstand you. In fact, you written That we are terrorists. Its raining blood On the street To vacate the terrorist....!!!!
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