ApartheidA Poem by Bolloju Babacolour descrimination - success in lifeApartheid “Teacher! Can I give the bouquet to the Chief Guest?” “No. You can’t. We have already selected someone else.” and soon she realized the difference between her and that ‘someone else’ … her tan. Emptying tears and blood into the gorges of history it plays chiaroscuro on the path of life… She wanted to cry hoarse That soul is superior to the shuck. With reddened eyes and swollen face she silently departed collecting all her prizes. Ten years later… Nobody understood why the Chief Guest after finishing her speech walked down to a student with reddened eyes and swollen face placed the bouquet in her hand and patted her on shoulder before leaving. They will never understand for another ten years to come. Bolloju Baba, Telugu, Indian-- translated poem from Telugu by N.S. Murthy
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StatsAuthorBolloju BabaKakinada, Andhra Pradesh, IndiaAboutI work as lectuer in Zoology. I write Poetry in telugu which is my mothertongue and an indian language. I published 3 books. more..Writing
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