A Blood Pool
Why should I worship you?
If I need to die innocently,
Why should I respect you?
If you should rape me pregnantly.
Why should I honour you?
If you shall kill me decently?
I am pointing you,
Because,
You are also dying as me cowardly.
But I never claimed my death,
Because I am poor,
I have no source to compel you,
For reconsidering on recommendations,
Nobody can alter your coffin,
With my sucking blood.
But my sighs shall chase you,
When my children will learn that,
You were born in a sucking blood pool.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2007
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