poet Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey

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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.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 15, 2015

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