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The Impartial

By Swathi Priya


I am generally white. I am seen also inside the dark skin. I change colours from yellow to pink to blue sometimes. I live in any body that nurtures life. I flow through and touch any skin. I secrete in all religions and beliefs. I go into the families of poor and rich. I feed lives from mothers toiling inside and outside home. I am sufficiently producing irrespective of the job my contained does.



I am broken free to be making beyond tribes. I am omnipresent for I am present in bodies that raise new souls. I am omnipotent for I have the power to heal and raise. I am omniscience for I am seen with incredible credence in humans. This said, I am not god but gold. Gold that can be traded only for new lives. I am overrated for I am one such kind. I am liquid gold. I am breast milk.


By Swathi Priya




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