Is born dalit my sin?
It is my parents who willed
I dreamt to be rich
And a life, having no end !
No poverty, I asked for
I wanted a good life
Folks said, ‘go cut the grass’,
Feeding cattle, for us to live
Four men attacked me at work
Bullies, men of upper cast
Wanting fun and sex at my cost
Chastity, dignity and life, I lost
None bothered, my story gave
High TV channel rating
All the noise will die down
Fearing the power’s onslaught
I know fully well now, the
Country seeks no daughters,
Yes, no dirty dalits too!
Both dispensable, easily, anytime!
Dead I am now, killed
By men’s brute powers
And burnt alone by night
Why do I get treated thus?
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