This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid... When I was born, I was black When I grow up, I am black When I go in Sun, I am black When I am scared, I am black When I am sick, I am black And when I die, I will still be black And you white fellow When you are born, you are pink When you grow up, you are white When you go in sun, you are red When you get cold, you are blue When you are scared, you are yellow When you are sick, you are green And when you die, you will go gray And you are calling me Colored??
Dear Sunitak ma'am, Indeed the best nomination. The empirical psychology of the kid during the summation of the same is what am trying to analyze right now!! Such a matured thought at an early age when kids gather around to play with balls and clay. The nature of thought has left me with a whole bunch of question tags that phosphoresce life's scenario. Oh Nature ! You show a symbol of pard, while your creations must be reared and cared ! The merit of life lies when your "hand works" cherish, but its a mere "pseudo-work" when you allow them to perish ! Regards RamyaVaradharajan
Hi Thanks a lot for the appreciation though I am obviously not eligible to recieve it. It was just a forward for my mailbox. Regards Sunita