Blood

I lay down on the bed unruffled

My hand strapped by a compassionate nurse

The poky needle did its job, leaving me in pain

The scarlet fluid flowed through the tube into a sachet

Waiting patiently, I heard some whispers

“Rare group – A1 negative, you know?”

When the task was over, they let me go

The visit didn’t mean much to me

I was not enthralled;

The next day, a stranger called

And kept sobbing…

She reflected her deep gratitude

For saving her son.

Now I realized… it’s not just a fluid,

It’s the lifeline.