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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required After dispersal from school I sat in the van of kids Cute, naughtorious, innocent & cool among them, a girl sitting alone, silently smiling at their pal I could guess She didn't have friends She came & sat before me touched my hand & look at me Its okay, I smiled! She returned a big smile After a long humble touch I felt hard rub It was painful But I didn't disturb As I could see, it was like her little fingers exploring that but a question, still flying in my mind "What she wanna do? " It remained unwind . She kept her soft hand beside that of mine suddenly my hand became bright All those knots were untied Atlast I understand She was comparing colour of hands turning front & back finding what she lacks Oh! She was comparing colour of hands Her Brown & my White hand It was painful, more than that rub Somehow I managed, I tried 'cause I was sixteen But she was just five. I could tell her biology Biology of dominant colour Value of skill in society & no value of colour, in life 'cause I was sixteen But, but she was just five So, I remained silent Filled with a guilt (No-one admire me beautiful But I never complained 'cause I felt fine & thankful Whatever you made Not going to happen same) 'cause I could feel her pain & it's me that is to blame I hurted her, yeah I hurted her though I was sixteen & she was just five No no its not right Oh! God why? Why you made me white?
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