I bleed to death
for you for nothing less
or nothing more.
The blood flows to form
a mark of faith.
The blood keeps flowing.
for you for nothing less
or nothing more.
The blood flows to form
a mark of faith.
The blood keeps flowing.
Those were the bodies
of my fellow beings
denied of any human feelings,
lying there.
Feeling the wrath of
god on their naked body.
There lies the monk among us,
burning with the
hope of nirvana.
Lush green ground
supports his body.
of my fellow beings
denied of any human feelings,
lying there.
Feeling the wrath of
god on their naked body.
There lies the monk among us,
burning with the
hope of nirvana.
Lush green ground
supports his body.
He is still bleeding
lying dead with a glow on
his face.
By Soumen Bhowmick
©Soumen Bhowmick 2000
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