Sahir Ludhianvi

(8 March 1921 - 25 October 1980 / Faisalabad, Punjab / India)

Blood Is But Blood! - Poem by Sahir Ludhianvi

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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 about Blood Is But Blood! by Sahir Ludhianvi

  • Ravi A (1/21/2017 11:08:00 PM)

    Fine thoughts
    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. (Report) Reply

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  • Sylva-onyema Uba (1/21/2017 10:30:00 PM)


    Blood is crazy.

    True talk!
    Thanks for sharing with us.

    Sylva-Onyema Uba
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/21/2017 10:41:00 AM)

    Profound poem
    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.
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/21/2017 6:50:00 AM)

    Assume
    Repression! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/21/2017 4:25:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a very good thoughtful poem? all blood is more precious than gold surely? (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (1/21/2017 4:14:00 AM)


    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.
    (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/21/2017 1:36:00 AM)


    Thanks for sharing............... (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2012 1:46:00 PM)


    this need a better translation from the urdu (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012



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