I saw the world through blood
I was looking at the world through my eyes,
curious to see its parallel side.
I had grief because I was seeing it through blood,
but as I heard my praises and insults,
glanced over the beautiful mountains
and growing poverty,
that became my biggest pride —
to witness the world like this.
But when my hand started to grow cold
from the pain and suffering,
I saw the blood was in my hand.
Copyright © Balbir Singh Dosanjh | Year Posted 2025
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