From the pages of History

The blood as I know
Has no colour nor any flavour
Except it's history
That flows through the ages.

Neanderthal or Neolithic men,
Homo sapiens, warriors or peasants...
Nobody knows the chemistry of blood
Except the sharpen swords!

Since my birth I watch
The bloodstained pages of history
Fly over the dark sky......

poem by Braja K SarkarReport problemRelated quotes
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