““The Naskar Scandal (Sonnet 2945) Some have problem with my inclusivity, some have problem with my vastness, some have problem with my velocity, some have problem with my polyglottery, and some just have problem with my skin - and finding no filth, they just cook it up. I don't even consider most of your tribal white giants as my equal, and you think I'll be rattled by the temper tantrums of a bunch of underdeveloped neanderthals - more power to you I say, because more filth you cook, more untouchable I become - more accusations you invent, more impossible I become - and yet, I forgive you my child, I forgive you, and I'm quite confident, you too will evolve into human someday, if not you, your descendants will.””
