Best Poem

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??

Hello Sunitk

Even though its a repeat it is good

Lakshmi

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