#52
April, 2007
Sentinel Poetry (Online)
THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS…since 2002
ISSN 1479-425X
Shilpa Karthik
The odd one
Mama why am I black?
What do I so lack?
My heart is so pure
Anything could it cure
Mama pats me saying….
But my heart is light
As bright as daylight
God likes me the most,
No toast no roast
Caz I am the lost child
Whom God made so wild.
I’m the joy,
I’m the little boy
I’m the special angel
As sweet as choco gel
I’m the odd one
I’m the gifted one…
Shilpa Karthik