A poem by a black

I αm α Black...
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη I вσrη, I вlαcк
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη I grєω υρ, I вlαcк
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη I grσω ιη ѕυη, I вlαcк
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη I ѕcαrєd, I вlαcк
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη I ѕιcк, I вlαcк
　　　　　　　　　& ωнєη I die, I ѕнαll вlαcк.

αηd υ ωнιтє ƒєlloω...
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη υ вorη, υ ριηк
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη υ grєω υρ, υ ωнιтє
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη υ go ιη ѕυη, υ red
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη ιη cold, υ вlυє
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη υ ѕcαrєd, υ уєlloω
　　　　　　　　　ωнєη υ ѕιcк, υ grєєη
　　　　　　　　　αηd ωнєη υ die, υ grαу.

　　αηd ...

αηd υ called мє coloured ???


тнιѕ ρσєм... "I αм α вlαcк..." ιѕ ωrιttєη ву αη αƒrιcαη child !
...ωαѕ ησмιηαтєd ƒσr the вєѕт ρσєм σƒ 2005

'kaka' : A Tribute

.................There is a word 'altruist', i came to know long ago. Since then I have been finding a person who should be given this nickname , I have tried too much and in this search many saints, many ascetic persons, many magnanimous personalities seemed to be the right one but no body has ever been able to stand before my (common)sense of reasoning, no one deserve this word, though this is my personal opinion (I like this word 'personal opinion', you can write any crap by declaring it as a personal opinion).

...................But there is always an exception which scatters the rule. I have met a true 'altruist'. People call him 'kaka', yet very few people know his real name ( but what's there in name?). He is an excellent english teacher and a former militant. I think he is probably of 79 or 80. He has been teaching english more than 8 hours a day for more than 30 years with per year only a single holiday of 'new year day'. One more thing is missing to note that he has been teaching without taking any fee, not a single rupee,instead he provides notes and pens to needy students. As far as I know he has never accepted or asked for any external aid, he is doing all these on his own feet by spending his own pension money. Taking resources from rich people and transfer it to needy students under the name of charity has never been his mantra. I owe a part of my being what I am to this person who has first served the nation while in army, and then society by teaching english to typical gujjus like me. It hurts when I see that in jamnagar, only the the people from his neighborhood knows him and the rest of the city has not even heard the name of him.

At last, a sentence I have uttered countless times and If you have ever been a student of kaka , you must have also uttered it too many times.
"kaka, jay hind".