The fluid in your veins,
Is no less than amrita,
The almighty gave you a power to save and give Life.
Your one drop sparks three souls,
Put the needle in
Let the life come out,
Help the one's fighting last bout,
Rain the cloud of ichor
On the veins going through drought.
There are many skeletons in your closet
the one who's veins are full of blood,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem