zebra//poetry

zebra

There's black in his heart",
They said,
"Evil in his eyes ",
They knead,
But to him ,
He was a rebel ..

The stripes on his bronzed skin,
The spots on his devil's grin...
To him it was a blissful sin,
"To care less ,
To overlook his mess,
To insolent might,
To grave just black and white"...

Anandhi