“every saint has a past and every sinner …a future”


Hit me on the head

And it won’t change my fate

I have a big heart

I can place you there.

Present your aggression

And be disgraced

You will find a rare situation

Boundless patience in possession.

You cannot drive me mad

I have found inner peace

I live in a different plane

Cleaner than your filthy streets.

Loudly cry in abuse

Calmly will I hear

Until you are dry of hope

The soul in you will stir.

It is my victory

But not your failure

Every saint has a past

And every sinner a future.


“…to be called an Indian”


I can’t promise to be with you

For I have dissolved the attachments

Of emotions.

Maybe i’ll forget to care for you

For I live in a house of leisure

With pleasure.

Or maybe I’ll leave you in vulnerability

For I have eccentric dreams

Reckless ambitions.

But I give you my word

I’ll remain dressed in the cloth of your cultureĀ 

Groomed in the wisdom of your land

And forever will I cherish …to be called an Indian.