The color of blood

The color of blood

The color of blood is red,

So was the color of my eye.

The red colored blood-soaked punches,

Were telling the story of battle so high.

My eyes were swelled,

He had his eyeball in his hand.

I was bleeding

But he was pleading

Mercy was the last thing on my head

Till I did beat him to the death

I had a cut on my chest

I swear I shifted his heart from centre to left

Last thing I remember that I was leading

But the other one was profusely bleeding

When I woke up I felt the pain

My blood being transfused in his veins

I forgot but I felt on the hospital bed

The color of our blood is always red.

Diwakar