Feed Of Blood Poem by Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi
Feed Of Blood
One cute morning, in the room,
I was mocking with my gloom.
The close window opened at once,
I peeked outside, on a chance.
A splendid flower, seeing me, laughed,
The swarm sucked sap half an hour.
It neither withered nor hated them,
But it showered love all around.
It was feeding them with its blood.
I did greet the flower,
On whose petals lying upon,
The swarm sucked the sap of life.
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