Donating Help
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Donating Help
That tiny little piece of metal piercing through the membrane A dark red fluid, in its purest form, rushing through the vein. Concentrated mild pain & a filling transparent bag, it was like, a dear one leaving. But the cause of the act motivating to rise. It was, a Blood Donation camp. Everyone enthusiastic, lining up to get into the noble act. Some cautiously avoiding, the things prohibited & some precariously ignoring, those precious warnings. But everyone trying to contribute, may be to help someone may be to satisfy someone. I was also happy, as for some man, my donation will be helping. It will be like a savior for that man. That man, whom, I may have seen being beaten up I may have seen being run over That man, whom, I may have left bleeding on the road
I may have left crawling But then, now I was donating my precious blood for him And yes, I was contended after giving my packet of help for him………
Amit Kumar
©Amit Kumar, 2007 All Rights Reserved
That tiny little piece of metal piercing through the membrane A dark red fluid, in its purest form, rushing through the vein. Concentrated mild pain & a filling transparent bag, it was like, a dear one leaving. But the cause of the act motivating to rise. It was, a Blood Donation camp. Everyone enthusiastic, lining up to get into the noble act. Some cautiously avoiding, the things prohibited & some precariously ignoring, those precious warnings. But everyone trying to contribute, may be to help someone may be to satisfy someone. I was also happy, as for some man, my donation will be helping. It will be like a savior for that man. That man, whom, I may have seen being beaten up I may have seen being run over That man, whom, I may have left bleeding on the road
I may have left crawling But then, now I was donating my precious blood for him And yes, I was contended after giving my packet of help for him………
Amit Kumar
©Amit Kumar, 2007 All Rights Reserved
