The pure  milk of life;
is not in drops;
not in a jar;
not in a bottle.
A new born
is crying for milk.
Milk is genius;
Milk is generous;
Milk is precious;
Milk is white
Milk is mother
But mind sometimes
is like a barren sky;
  No more drops;
               No more love !                
  The milk is emptying;
dropping down
The milk of life
The milk of love
is emptying;
Somewhere
    A child is thirsting for
A child is crying for .....
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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