The Last Call Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Kill me if you like
If my blood cool down your thirst
But it is just killing yourself
If I am finished.

When you surrendered to my motherhood
Without nose without mouth
When you have to survive
And to come out from darkness to light
It is I who fed you with my blood

Now I am forced to surrender
To your hunger undesirable
With my flesh you enjoy
On my bones you built your empire
You listened not my songs
And caught in the embrace of death.
Choose life or choose death
But except me
You have no other choice.