The Poor Blood Donor Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Poor Blood Donor



The poor blood donor,
How did it save a soul
In urgency
Of blood transfusion,
o, how to thank him,
How to thank him?

No words to speak,
No words to speak
Of his leniency,
Which but the conspiring world
Knows it not.

Thursday, January 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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