TOLERANCE PRACTICED

Kahlil, you learnt tolerance

From the intolerant.

Save I, all went to Island House

For an expo and returned.

At the round table, we dined

That hard core Christian snickered,

“These people are fools; they worship ghosts!”

“Worshiping Ghosts?” I stammered, perplexed.

And he replied,

“It was a Hindu temple.”

I felt an axe hewing my heart

My blood boiled but

I dropped my head and resumed eating

No retorts from me; he smirked and did so his friend.

I practiced tolerance, felt

High for not having gone low to hit him.