This poem was nominated for the best poem for 2005

Written by an African kid –

“When I born, I black. When I grow up, I black. When I go in sun, I black.
When I scared, I black. When I sick, I black. And when I die, I still black.
And you white fella …
When you born, you pink. When you grow up, you white.
When you go in sun, you red. When you cold, you blue.
When you scared, you yellow. When you sick, you green.
And when you die, you grey …and you calling me colored??”

An African saying –
“If you want to walk quick, walk alone.
If you want to walk far, walk together.”

Mumbaikars - Where were you?

Mumbaikars where were you at the day of voting.

Last  year after the blast you guys were out and cried foul and abused politician but when they have given the opportunity to change the Mumbai's image and future by voting only 45% came out.

It clearly stated that young guns who were so worried and agitated after the blast have no time for Mumbai now. They all are busy in their bread and butter (its logical as well) and some what lost interest in its own city and again "Chalta Hai - Its ok" feeling is developing. 

Whole world was watching your Mumbaikar spirit to get inspired but nothing happen. Please do not allow ITS OK attitude to be developed in Mumbai rather in India.

I know preaching is very easy however some may give excuse that none of the candidates were good and honest enough however they should have registered their protest in so many ways (whole media is dying by shouting) "Not to Vote" ...so that every Indian and politician should notice and understand that enough is enough and he cannot make fool more.

Anyway, in my opinion Mumbaikars have lost the opportunity.