Too GOOD

This poem was nominated for best poem of 2005, written by an African child:
When I born, I black.
When I grow up, I black.
When I go in sun, I black.
When I scared, I black.
When I sick, I black.
and When I die, I still black.
and You white fella..
When you born, you Pink.
When you grow up, you White.
When you go in sun, you Red.
When you cold, you Blue.
When you scared, you Yellow.
When you sick, you Green.
and When you die, you Gray..
and You calling me COLORED ??

CHUBBY CHEEKS

HOPE

HOPE

Breathing fragrance in the morning sunshine

Assuming presence, the prismatic beeline

The enriched charms sanctifying my heart

The gripping meadows, ripping the silence apart

Leaping the breathtaking melodies of nature

With alluring shadows over my still stature

Enjoying the moods,

I walk into the sun

From a gloomy night to a radiant run

Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Hiroshima & Nagasaki

On the sixth and ninthAugust of forty five,

Brutality broke

All barricades in such a way

Dead were severely dead

And equally dead who were alive.



Whatever the motive, whoever the culprit

Behind the tragedy that have no end,

So intense was the impact ofTwo "bad boys"

That not only the twin cities

But humanity was at receiving end.



To learn from the mistakes

Is one of the qualities of mankind.

Let's makes mandatory for all

To take contraceptives of goodwill

Which produce only the babies of friendship

And not "little" or "fat" boys of worse kind.



My heart weeps for Pearl harbor but It goes for Hiroshima & Nagasaki.



"Little & fat boys" were code name for two nuclear bombs which Americans dropped on twin cities.