Blood Poem by Ajay Srivastava

Blood

While passing through Narrow and thin alley of Innocent little heart
When blood came out
travels via pulse of hand and leg.
Clean blood gives us
The entire body freshness and elation.

The blood that comes out of the body
Then life becomes a form of charity.

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: blood
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