I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste.
quote by Guru Nanak
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Caste is Hindus’ root
The high caste beggar is proud of his caste.
The low caste doctor is conscious of his caste.
No amount of education and wealth
Could eradicate the caste consciousness.
20.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Growing for good or for worse
i was born free
without a guile and prejudice in me
growing i realised for the world i am just a name
oh god, i am not free but am my name
what was this growing for, for the good or for the worse in me
being a natural i continued to have an annual growth
and gradually the idea of religion and caste was put forth
now i realise my name comes with a bonus pack of religion and caste
my original god was now god of the past
the question still lingers on
what was growing in me, pride or shame, for better or for worse
growing and graduated and still accumulating knowledge
another fact of life system made me acknowledge
with name religion and caste i have a nationality
there i see all the attemps of acquiring freedom tending towards futility
what was growing in me, love or hate for better or for worse
i am afraid what i may further grow into
so i invoke the god of my caste and my past and thus pray
please don't let me grow any furhter for i was better an ignorant child than a knowldgeble man
for if YOU exist in any form and are the divinity, if YOU really want to bring some sanity
please, please, please my lord take everything away from this world except humanity
It Is Needless To Ask Of A Saint
It is needless to ask of a saint the caste to which he belongs;
For the priest, the warrior. the tradesman, and all the
thirty-six castes, alike are seeking for God.
It is but folly to ask what the caste of a saint may be;
The barber has sought God, the washerwoman, and the carpenter-
Even Raidas was a seeker after God.
The Rishi Swapacha was a tanner by caste.
Hindus and Moslems alike have achieved that End, where remains no mark of distinction.
The child to be a child
When a child is not a child
When he is a child
He will not be young
When he is young.
He will not be old
When he is old either.
Let the child grows as child
Without pressure to outgrow.
01.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nife bite
Nife to
Nife...
Bite...
War started
The village...
With caste waR...
Nife to nife
Bite...
Many human
Simply given
Blood for fre
with earth...
No no...
For caste...
Caste is no
Bar for
Human value life...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Child smiles
Only in a world of freedom,
Can a child unfold and bloom.
Only with the sun piercing right through the dark hut,
Can a child see the wonderful sights of this world.
Only in an ocean of unprejudiced love,
Can a child speak to its heart's content.
Only through the eyes of soft empathy,
Can a child see its true reflection.
Only in surroundings of unadulterated society,
Can a child open its mind wholesomely and dream.
Only when applauded at its tiniest achievement,
Can a child come to know its hidden potential.
Only in lanes without propagation of caste,
Can a child recognize its own identity.
Only in the cradle of happiness,
Can a child fantasize and create.
Only in vicinity of the learned,
Can a child imbibe the essentials of life.
Only in the pages of medieval history,
Can a child understand its ancestors better.
Only in unpolluted waters of the Ganges,
Can a child splash its hands and wholeheartedly swim.
Only without discrimination of gender and status,
Can a child flourish to achieve its goal.
Only in the gentle hands of its mother,
Can a child shield its eyes and sob.
And Only in an atmosphere of complete equality,
Can a child stimulate his urge for learning, prosper
and SMILE.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Broken child
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has seen more than his young eyes should.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who would run away from it all if he could.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who has been ravished by the likes of you and I.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child with to much pride to cry.
I see the face off a broken child.
a child who fights off anyone who cares.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wishes his mother was there.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who wont let his hardships keep him down.
I see the face of a broken child.
A child who refuses to give up and reveal a frown.
poem by Joshua Reid
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Is Caste As Bad?
Is caste as bad to destroy?
Don’t we guard endangered species?
Isn’t caste, like species, preserves
Characters and skills in its beings?
27.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To mortgage for an identity
He was taken as the national leader.
The people of his caste projected him more.
And stood as watch dog for his image.
They succeeded to make him a caste leader.
16.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In India's Dreamy Land
In India's land one listens aghast
To the people who scream and bawl;
For each caste yells at a lower caste,
And the Britisher yells at them all.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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We Have To Retrieve That
During my college days, I watched a movie named
‘Women against rape’. But, now I know someone,
Bhanwari Devi from Rajasthan,
A rape victim, still fighting…
She was gang raped by Gurjar* men
(In presence of her husband, tied up)
When she tried to prevent them
From marrying off a baby girl
Who was just nine months old… Fifteen years passed …
How can an upper caste man Rape a lower caste woman? ,
A District Judge asked in 1995!
'LUST HAS NO CASTE, Mr.JUSTICE'!
Her medical examination happened after 52 long hours
And the Police seized her ‘’LEHANGA’ - long skirt,
As the only evidence late in that night! … Head down,
She walked away, wearing her husbands long Turban…
Her fight for Women empowerment continues and
The Supreme Court issued guidelines that broadly
Defined sexual harassment at the workplace and made it
Mandatory for Corporations and business establishments…
To have committees against sexual harassment.
Child marriage rates reduced drastically in Rajasthan
Police more vigilant in attending cases against rape now..
Imagine, just a single woman could make all these,
She deserves nationwide respect…
But…
Her family is ostracized everywhere…Her son is
Continuously bullied by upper caste crooks…
She has no income from her barren lands…
Her only income source is a buffalo!
O! God, please protect that animal
From being poisoned by some ‘caste fanatic’…
She is Bharat...
She is mother Earth…
Her ‘LEHANGA’ is our tainted nature…
We have to………………..
Gurjar* A caste in rajasthan
poem by Premji Premji
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Ghost Song
Awake.
Shake dreams from you hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day's divinity,
first thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and dances.
Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
song performed by by Doors
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Voice Of A Dalit Women
now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of feminity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste feminity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
however will burn candles
and raise issue nation wide
on death of upper caste women
died enjoying night party
such feminists who glee
in distributing pink panty
for women’s right to party
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
…raHUL
poem by Rahul Gade
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
poem by No Reason To Care
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Love Insightful
Providential wish
None could aside brush
He vishoned not her; just heard
Simply he his love declared
Said she yes though feared
Chasing caste phobia parental
Made them bear a child premarital
Essayed their love the visionless
Forbade them the parents heartless
Conjoined they in a temple caste regardless
A true love story of two visionless
In love while in their classes
Years two later they declared
No law or parents guarded
Merely threatened and tortured
Eloped, struggled and starved
Sold comb and soap, themselves upgraded
Turned more blessed
Begotten kids born vision powered
Impaired not love; paired per divine command
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Many characters in the novel are representative of types that exist in India. He represents the caste system in India with an air of superiority, the caste system in India and the people thinking that western things are better.
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Child's words
Child's words, in the woods
Through the leaves, to my towns
Hey, hey, where are you?
Child's happiness fill the air
Covering the nervous heart but it still on shine
Child's words, in the seas
Swiming the fishes, around the earth
Hey, hey, who are you?
Child's innocence into the winds
Blowing the seamen and ringing the bell
Child's words, in my heart
Keep it beating, running the blood
Hey, hey, what did you do?
Child's something keep me young
Child's something I never found
poem by Old Amsterdam
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Lotus-flowers
Lotus-flowers
Naked I am before The Author of Life
-the child of nature’s birth and death
Imperfect I am before The Great Mind
-the child of passion’s limited to earth
Rebellious I am before The Truth
-the child of desire clothe with pride
Vicious I am before The Law
-the child of deceit and endless lies
Avaricious I am before The Master of All
-the child of corrupt and distorted image of life
Nauseous I am before The Ancient One
-the child of folly, ignorant antagonist
And I am the pilgrim before the God of the Universe
-the ‘you’ and the ‘I’ across time and space
Note:
Inspired by the teaching on “Nirvana”
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Our child once grown
What if my wife revealed that she was pregnant by me?
However, what if our child one day chose simply not to believe?
In nine months and eighteen years, I need to answer this question.
Nine months for God and my wife to give birth to the little one.
Eighteen year for us to train them in the way that they should go.
But, it is our child choice in whom to believe once grown and outside our front door.
At home, our child shall be instructed about the consequences of their sin.
Our child will understand the punishment of God for sin in the end.
I will train our child up in the Godly way that they should always go.
I will show them the love of the wonderful God I personally know.
Once grown, by us, our child shall be shown how to live life righteously.
Regardless in whom they believe, they will always be our child to me.
How would I feel if in spite of everything I taught and showed our child?
Our child decided, once grown, to take another way in life for a while.
Although taught while young not to steal; once grown they stole any way.
Although taught while young not to lie; once grown they lied every day.
Would I abandon them as quickly as the rest of the world?
Would they still be the prized apple of your heart and still be daddy’s little boy or girl?
Still, there is always a chance our child might choose in God not to believe.
If our child does, it is not because of the lack of the right instructions from me.
I will love our child even if by their life they chose not to follow God.
Because no matter what our child is an important part of my heart.
In who to continue to believe that major choice of life shall be their own.
But, they are still our child though they choose not to believe or act right once grown.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Forever High
Beauty as sacred as blue heron
Heavy elements
Stars of ancient angels
Stoned like a spring volcano
Your magic covers me
Let the winds of Hendrix blow
Cries of the sweet blues
Fire from the Doors
I am old but I am forever young
I am a child of the sixties
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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