Just a drop of blood

Just a drop of blood!

Just a drop of blood please

She came singing in her nagging tone right near my ear

No way! I was disturbed out of my story 

The story of the brave Porus and Alexander the Great

I tried to hit her with my Tamil author

Oh no! How can a Gandhian freedom fighter do that?

He believed in non-violence!

 A duel between Alexander and an ordinary soldier from Porus’ army

The soldier’s eyes begged for sympathy, as he stood in front of the great warrior

Alexander read his eyes and looked at his raised sword

Suddenly the soldier scratched the strong thigh of Alexander 

And ran amongst the sea of corpses floating in blood into the darkness

What’s the point of killing a bewildered simple soldier?

What’s the use of losing my life for a war that’s of no use to me?

He went home with pride of having made an injury on the greatest thigh

My size was no match for her speed

We played a game between Alexander and Porus

And what? The soldier did injure Alexander!

I started scratching my cheek with a sense of defeat

Not the drop of blood that I was bothered about

But the fear of what she would have left behind in my blood!

There she perched on the net, totally intoxicated with my blood

I was too lazy to get up and indulge in non-violence

No disrespect for the Gandhian

I put the book aside, pulled my sheet over my head and slept!