Poem : No One Loses in War

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No  one  loses  in  war --- Yet  peace  is  defeated. No  one  loses  in  war --- Yet  happiness  is  defeated. No  one  loses  in  war --- Yet  hope  is  defeated. No  one  loses in war --- Yet  love  is defeated. No  one  loses  in war ---- Yet  joy  is  defeated. No  one loses  in  war --- Yet smiling faces are defeated. No  one  loses  in  war ---- Yet  dreams  are  defeated. No  one  loses  in  war --- Yet  delight  is  defeated. No  one  loses  in  war --- Yet  generosity  is  defeated. No  one loses in war ---- Yet  tolerance is  defeated. No  one  loses  in  war ---- Yet  conscience  is  defeated. No  one  loses  in  war --- Yet...
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poem ; I Am Blood

I am blood,
I have no religion.
Saving lives is my only religion.

I am blood,
I have no caste.
I only have a group.

I am blood,
I know nothing of skin color.
I have just one color ---- red.

I am blood,
I have only one  dream :
To save lives.

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Poet : Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick

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