Treasure Island

Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan

(October 22,1972 / Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India)

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In my veins flows
my mother's milk -
through my veins
runs the milk
my mother was fed
by grand mother.


My arteries swell
with my father's blood -
swelling my arteries
flows the blood
my father received
from grand father.


And tonight I give
you my blood,
and along with it
my history.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (11/21/2013 12:27:00 PM)

    An awesome write. From generation to generation the
    blood line flows through the vein. Nice flow of words. (Report) Reply

  • Chitrangdha K (10/9/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    wow........ it is all can i say..

    very well-chosen and meticulously woven words.... keep it up.. (Report) Reply

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