വിരലടയാളങ്ങള്‍....

(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....!!!!