Sexton had at once rolled the joys of life into spheres
Thrown them into the seaweed on Dead-sea
Life is now withered in the Siroccos of the “cast”
Frozen and deadly…as I see the funeral of my own
Gloomy the life is as mind of a Black in Carolina
Clouds had assaulted my eyes till the deluge
Of the Pacific eliminates the myriads of lives in her lap
No hope… no fate…the future seems to me in yellow light.
Lived and died not to near the ablutions
Untouched even at the corner of necropolis
Abducted by the multitudes of sinful distress
Now shirked and expelled through the Tornadoes of untouchability!
No learning… no unlearning…stifled as a statute
Out side the temple…away from the school
Inside the hollow of my room, abandoned and estranged,
I would educate the world to wake up from its stupor!
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