our minds find other minds
and if alike, we come allies
friends, lovers, husbands, wives
minds are racists
they like their own kinds
and dislike different kinds
white mind thinks it is the purest
may not like black, brown or yellow mind
white mind some times shines too much
In its brightness it cannot see itself and becomes blind
white mind has more flavours
see different colours of it eyes
see different colors of its hair
see different heights of its stature
it is the most cunning and creative mind
It can see more with blue, green grey, brown, black cat eyes
than just a single colored eyes
that's why it ruled the world and still goes on ruling
and knows for its own survival it has to absorb different
colors from time to time, but not too many or too much at a time
it thinks wider and broader than narrow or narrower
white mind has offered more to the world
has taken more from the world
than single colored minds
it has all colors in it like the rays of sunlight
that's why it white, that's why it is bright
and that's why it burns in its own brightness
and its brightness makes it blind...
In my tribute to the white mind I must say -
white minds make the most beautiful beauties
I desire them all the time
they are part and parcel of my life
I get drunk in them, I drink them, I eat them
and in my peasant arms I annihilate them
Without them I cannot survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your wounded frankness and your original and great poetic style, the truth is so many times hurtful but you've said it here in a bitter-sweet but excellently written poem that has said so much and with such great depth and style. Admirable work!