Blooming by Ananya S Guha

I am not a silent poet

I look at drops of water
in scattered seas
drops of blood which
I see are thirsty
no hospital wants them
they are scarce
bones only they pierce
they dry very soon
dispirited
use them to grow flowers
they will bloom.

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