Black
Blood
It is not the blood erupted from
heart,
Hath you saw a child with black
blood,
I witnessed their torn cloth bleed
with red,
It’s the demon parasite append our
good soul,
Force the haunted brain to glide the
gore,
It is not the blood breed from
birth.
It is not the blood erupted from
heart,
Thou sacrifice scarlet
blood glitters of our soil,
I witnessed their
freedom struggle with great moil,
It’s the fantasy of
sensuous pleasure of life,
Drive the suborn palm
to spill the dark,
It is not the blood
breed from birth.
It
is not the blood erupted from heart,
Those
warrior fluids transform the river to ruby,
I
witnessed their brutal battle for the country,
It’s
the skeptical of your own child opulence,
Bulldoze
thou to blemish the other teen affluence,
It
is not the blood breed from birth.
It
is not the blood erupted from heart,
Hundreds
of dagger pierced into my fleecy bosom,
I
witnessed thou yelling my name “Bharat Maa“
Take
daggers slash thy soul propel black blood,
Recall
three precious words “Datta, Dayadhvam and Damyata”
It
is not the blood breed from birth.
Prakash Roy
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