Still Wet???

Still wet with those tears, the words of Dalit literature,

Eyes of its scholars, Disturb the black and white.

Never was a past but could be the future,

Sure, to change the present, for we go on fight!

Struggle to step out of pain, to exhume the life

Still warm the bloodied corpse in the heart of the community,

‘The man who saw tomorrow’, died to fortify

Fight for the respect and self-dignity.

Rebellion grows as sapling raise to slash out the grain

The coffins crack open to break the skull of Manu

Those fingers built the nation will now pull down—

The grand monuments to launch the egalitarian…

The sweat that fertilized the land to green

Now will turn Red to wipe out the lives

As soldiers of Pharaoh plunged down as the swarm—

Of honey bees…your communities fall as autumn leaves!