Poetry Is My Fresh Blood Poem by Ershad Mazumder
Ershad Mazumder
Poetry Is My Fresh Blood
You can arrest me by force
You may not give
papers and pen
You can shut my mouth
with waste
But poetry is my fresh blood
tears, salt for food.
I shall write with scratch of
my nails
light of eyes
spot of knife.
You will enjoy
a miracle song
when you whip me
when your hand cuffs
pain me.
Yes, I am sure
you will listen
a miracle song
When my blood
flows on my land.
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4/25/2024 9:28:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow this poem is amazing.