The colour of the blood is many!
When I am struck by a motor bike and lay
unconscious, the stretcher in the hospital
Wheeling me in the ward where I can not
feel or see anything, bottles of blood are
needed for emergency, schools and colleges,
are more, the donors are more,
yet the blood group is rare,
Now the colour of blood is Mercy!
When the bloody wars are fought,
Miserably lost and miraculously won,
When the bullets pierce the body,
The soldiers fall flat, the blood
Congealed, the battlefield,
decayed with rotten corpse,
the colour of the blood is sacrifice.
When the plane is hijacked,
When they hold all their lives in fear,
Somebody fights and shot at,
In the fear ridden aircraft,
the colour of the blood is bravery!
When we are related by blood,
People call us blood cousins,
blood brothers and blood sisters,
the colour of the blood is affinity
or affection or affectation too.
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