Member Poem

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 sceptical 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