A four corner small room ,
Room ?a cell to be more precise

Bounded by the bars of iron
The cell that couldnt charge

Beyond the countings on hand
Mandila ,spent ages in it

Not sure of when he would be free
Like the nightangle on the tree

Colors are the wonders of lord
Why let them do the discrimination

His lost soul would have uttered this woe ,
For he was just black and the crime was done .

Huh,people are blind they cannot see
Deep in the sky the black birds are high

But He had got the silver lining
And a dream of president

President who would spread love
And not agony towards the crowd

He raised the slogans of one ness
Including the whites of era too

He bought the world cup
Invictus was the hard work

Amidst the pride he stood erect
Smiling to the sky,praising the whites .

Author: Takbeer Salati

I've never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it .

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