Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Blood Episode

You may wash your face

With my blood

At least thus,

Let your mask

Which is stuck for long,

Break away

You may drink

My whole blood

At least thus,

Let your inner heart,

Which is dirty with stains,

Be washed clean

My blood may not be enough

To wash all your hands

And clean all your thoughts

Still, take this blood blithely

Shed my blood ruthlessly

If you need it to cool your

Boiling eyes or to make it up

At least thus,

Let the filthy cloud, formed

And getting debased in your eyes,

Be moved away.

By Ismail Meladi

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