Sometimes I wish never to be called or wear
the decorative adjective of the nation where
once i was born rather wish to overturn myself
top side down and spread my roots into the sky
still if it isn't going to work then I would smash my
head against the wall and let the dust break into
their home, i am always ready to bear all the
troubles of the world to throw the headache off
to be black, white, yellow or to be an Indian,
Asian, American or Australian, they are all the
same but I am very glad to be different from them
with all their inner fragrance..
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