Human Blood - Poem by Raja Basu
I am the same inside James Brown, a Roman Catholic American
I am the same inside a Buddhist Chinese, named Miao Chan.
I am the same inside a Muslim Arab named Amir Muhammad
And I am again the same inside a Hindu Indian named Akash Chand.
Yes, I am also the same inside you, no matter which religion or country you are from
Who am I? I am that precious red liquid present inside everybody – the Human Blood.
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