###.BLOOD BANK.###

The Bengal soil is sacrificing blood everyday .
Every passerby donates a little to the Blood bank,
Deposits it for the future.


Workers sacrifice their sun-like-blood-seeds
On the way to work.
School children-teenage boys, senior citizens,
And the canvassers,
The old boatmen, the condemned fishermen of padma -
All, all of them sacrifice their blood to
the Blood Bank-the Bangla soil.
Bengal's blood is now rushing into the earth.

The river padma might dry and the ocean might vaporize,
Nature might also be distorted,
But we,Bengalis, will find a new padma,
A new Nature and
A new village that was once destroyed.

Now, there is no better Blood Bank
Other them the Bengla soil.
One drop of bloo becomes ten
As soon s it hs been sacrificed.
Therefore, no one wants to donate blood
To the hospitals.
NOW, ALL OF BENGAL'S BLOOD IS RUSHING INTO THE EARTH.