Jun 2013
They used to call me Chinese.
They just saw my tiny eyes back then.
They used to boycott me every time mockingly.
They used to call me names - ***** eyes - Slit eyes.
Whenever there was some disturbance at the Indo-Sino border they cursed me jokingly.
I took no offence at any of the well-intended humor.
I knew karate back then if they crossed the line.
I wasn't ever taught to bite dogs back.
I could settle the scores if must.
They just saw my tiny eyes back then.
They used to boycott me every time mockingly.
They used to call me names - ***** eyes - Slit eyes.
Whenever there was some disturbance at the Indo-Sino border they cursed me jokingly.
I took no offence at any of the well-intended humor.
I knew karate back then if they crossed the line.
I wasn't ever taught to bite dogs back.
I could settle the scores if must.
My childhood and teenage resemblance to a boy who apparently had far-east origins lent me that nickname.
Plus my super-flexible body in childhood had me gain the orange-belt or the 7th Kyu as they call it in Karate language.
My HP Poem #324
©Atul Kaushal
Plus my super-flexible body in childhood had me gain the orange-belt or the 7th Kyu as they call it in Karate language.
My HP Poem #324
©Atul Kaushal
