Will you take my blood? <br />yes! look, i`m here. <br />say what you need? <br />i`v left my words to the east reddish sky, <br />being puffed up with anger. <br />i`v to bring it back and back, <br />to make for you a wreath of love. <br /> <br />Would you like that? <br />ok, ok, look the rainbow in sky. <br />i`l take all seven colours, <br />and paint my love. <br />and i`l request the wind to blow soft, <br />so soft to dry my painting, <br />and nourish my love. <br /> <br />Certainly, i`l plant new seed for you, <br />water it daily as my deepest care, <br />and wait for its sprouting <br />and wait till it`s grown up tree. <br /> <br />Still is it not enogh for you? <br />have you found another rainbow, <br />or wind or any other tree? <br />will you take my blood? <br />oh dear! it`s dried up. <br />why don`t you believe? <br />ok, look, i`m driving a blade, <br />a blade on my veins. <br />oh! god, therefrom out comes an elegy, <br />an elegy that`s only created for you.<br /><br />Swarnendu Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-elegy-11/
