BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, Poetry by Anubhuti Gupta

Genre: Drama, Betrayal, Hurt

BLOOD OF MY BLOOD by Anubhuti Gupta

Once, when Ellaine was a child;
Her mother had told her many a times
It wasn’t the food or water that made a person
But care and warmth and passion and love
And all that which brought a smile during the dark times.

And so as she grew up,
Ellaine thought about it for more than a little while
She thought and thought around the clock
And in the end came to a belief that she held firm like a rock.

She accepted it was love and care that made her alive
Forming a part of her, growing ceaselessly within
With her very blood and veins.

To be fair, Ellaine had a tough life
Often too much for her soft soul to bear
But on one of those gloomy monsoon days
With her old belief she had an epiphany, she says.