Blood Is But Blood! Poem by Sahir Ludhianvi

Blood Is But Blood!

Rating: 4.4


Repression is sill repression
Rising, it must flop
Blood is sill blood
Spilling it must clot.

Whether it clots on desert sands
Or upon assassin's hands
On justice's head or around shackled feet
On injustice's sword or on the wounded corpse
Blood is still blood
Spilling, it must clot.

However much one lies in ambush
Blood betrays butcher's hideout
Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask
Each blood dropp ventures out with burning lamp on its palm.

Tell oppression's vain and blemished fate
Tell cruelty's crafty Imam
Tell the UN Security Council
Blood is crazy
It can leap up to the cloak
It is inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock.

The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir
Today that blood moves out into street
Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone
Once blood comes to flows
Bayonets are no avail
Head, once it is raised
Is not downed by law's hail.

What is about oppression?
What is with its impression?
Oppression is, all of it, but oppression
From beginning to end
Blood is still blood
Myriad form it can assume
Forms such as are indelible
Embers such as are inextinguishable
Slogans such as are irrepressible.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sanjay Srivatsa 16 November 2012

this need a better translation from the urdu

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Bharati Nayak 21 January 2017

A great poem from the pen of a great poet. A tyrant, and an oppressor can never win by ruthless killings.The spirit of freedom will surely rise against the tyrant and defeat him.To quote a few lines from the poem- - - What is about oppression? What is with its impression? Oppression is, all of it, but oppression From beginning to end Blood is still blood Myriad form it can assume Forms such as are indelible Embers such as are inextinguishable Slogans such as are irrepressible.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 21 January 2017

Thanks for sharing...............

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Ravi A 21 January 2017

I am coming across such a fine poem on blood' for the first time. Yes, the blood has many tales to say to the world - of war, of protests, of revolutions, of oppression, of helplessness and much more. Sahir was an incomparable poet and his film songs are also fine verses. Who can write such songs these days? He had his staunch views about poetry, lyrics and life.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 21 January 2017

Blood is crazy. True talk! Thanks for sharing with us. Sylva-Onyema Uba

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M Asim Nehal 21 January 2017

An inspirational poem... The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir Today that blood moves out into street Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone Once blood comes to flows Bayonets are no avail Head, once it is raised Is not downed by law's hail.

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 January 2017

Repression! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 21 January 2017

a very good thoughtful poem? all blood is more precious than gold surely?

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Sahir Ludhianvi

Sahir Ludhianvi

Faisalabad, Punjab / India
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