Being Indian Poem by Vikram G. Aarella
Being Indian
Once in India lived a statesman
He was a teacher by profession,
Like both my parents, sincere and dedicated
His simplicity was very much appreciated.
He once said about the skin colour
White people are like half toasted bread,
Black people are like over toasted bread
Both these breads are neither tasty nor good.
Perfect toasted bread’s colour is brown
The colour of the people of his land
He taught them to be proud of being Indian,
He was India’s second president Radhakrishnan.
nicely written yet..... with due respect to Dr Radhakrishnan....i would agree with Ms Hebbar's views....and by thinking ourselves above black people.....oh its again racism...further India is a land of diversitis if u have brown people in central and south then u ave the fair north indians particularly those in jammu nd kashmir.......lets be proud of being indian...but for the right reasons... wishes anjali
coloured or white or brown...the soul is colourless...and the blood always red...life always tough...death turns all to dust...nalini
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4/24/2024 12:20:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What kind of teacher is he... teaching to take people by the color of their skin... If I would be a Principal of that school/college I would terminate him.