Sweet Knife:A Bit Reality
Blood not only belongs inside you
But around you also.
We need the circulation of inner blood.
We live till corpuscles flow.
Outward bloods circulate too.
With pseudo faces as part of you.
Various shapes with multiple mind,
Act as we keep a relative view.
They who are the so called bloods,
Lies side by side and flies around us.
Circulation of emotion, respect and love.
Being much complex as the days pass.
We all live in the ocean of blood.
Suffer in long run in love's flood.
Life is used to rub it's plood.
Nothing to do but like to be blood.
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