Sahir Ludhianvi

(8 March 1921 - 25 October 1980 / Faisalabad, Punjab / India)

Blood Is But Blood! - Poem by Sahir Ludhianvi

Repression is sill repression
Rising, it must flop
Blood is sill blood
Spilling it must clot.

Whether it clots on desert sands
Or upon assassin's hands
On justice's head or around shackled feet
On injustice's sword or on the wounded corpse
Blood is still blood
Spilling, it must clot.

However much one lies in ambush
Blood betrays butcher's hideout
Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask
Each blood dropp ventures out with burning lamp on its palm.

Tell oppression's vain and blemished fate
Tell cruelty's crafty Imam
Tell the UN Security Council
Blood is crazy
It can leap up to the cloak
It is inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock.

The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir
Today that blood moves out into street
Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone
Once blood comes to flows
Bayonets are no avail
Head, once it is raised
Is not downed by law's hail.

What is about oppression?
What is with its impression?
Oppression is, all of it, but oppression
From beginning to end
Blood is still blood
Myriad form it can assume
Forms such as are indelible
Embers such as are inextinguishable
Slogans such as are irrepressible.


Comments about Blood Is But Blood! by Sahir Ludhianvi

  • Rookie Sanjay Srivatsa (11/16/2012 1:46:00 PM)

    this need a better translation from the urdu (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012



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