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Sadiqullah Khan

The Dance Of Blood

Red gold color
The sun sets in the desert
Gold is the symbol of riches
Why to identify the sun
With gold
For my poor people
There are many who have never seen
The gold and the gold color
Sunset in the desert
The color of blood
Blood that is live
Blood that is in veins
Blood that is life in flow
Blood that rushes
Blood the fire
Blood the water
The anger and agitation
Many a people
Thirsty of blood
The blood hounds
The blood eaters
And drinkers of blood
Those who devour blood
Of all humanity
Paint blood on the walls
Blood flowing in the streets
In sewers and gutters
Blood the rusted
And now a street dog
Eating blood
And flesh too
The singing birds hiding in trees
For the skies
Are controlled by vultures
Wolves howling
For the smell of blood
Sharks get message
Of the blood flowing
The sun gets
The color of blood
Rub blood
On the cheek of beloved
Blood is blood, for the dancing blood
Blood rushing in my veins
My heart pounding
The redness in the eyes
The wine and the blood
Your blood and my blood
Flowing on earth
Shapes surrealist
The artist mad
The color of blood
Earth the canvas
Different shapes
Struggle for existence
Blood the enemy, blood the dear
The color of the sunset
My blood and your blood
Gathers slowly from the face of earth
I see it going
Down the desert
It disappears from my sight
To reappear in some distant land
So play the havoc
The cycle again
The blood and the sunset
Those who see
The golden sunset
Fingers in teeth
Watch with horror
The dance of blood
On the canvas of earth

Submitted: Thursday, May 08, 2008
Edited: Sunday, December 22, 2013

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  • Rookie Abha Sharma (5/9/2008 8:42:00 AM)

    Wars, terrorism, power displaying its monarchy all i feel is the essense of this pathetic piece....I can smell blood dancing everywhere today, no place is safe enough to survive....the poem has apt contrast and lively imagery...well penned...
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