Blood can mean many things to people in this life

When it is shed on the streets it is a symbol of strife

When it is donated to save life, that is one of the most noble deed

It shows that we are not so inhumane, not so averse to any creed

For the language of blood is same irrespective of case, colour or age

It does unite all living forms – human or non-human – so says the sage

If you must spill blood, spill it for the sake of others and the nation

Even animals dont kill unnecessarily, so dont create this aberration

It is a substance which cannot be created by the scientist in the lab

It is something which you cannot order online using your tab

So realize the value of this immensely useful fluid you have as your own

Do donate for its the greatest donation, you will reap what you have sown

Here is a chart which shows who can donate to whom

If you cannot read it, click to it to make it zoom

Hope this poem inspires you do donate blood once a month at least

You never know whose life will be saved, and they will have a feast

So get up this Sunday and goto the nearest blood donation camp

You may not be a Sun, but you can always be a small lamp

For darkness gets dispelled even with the smallest of light

Just do it and feel elated, you will touch a grand new height