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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An Educated Dalit
educated dalit, working in office elite,
his journey from rags to riches,
hardly matters for high caste there,
safeguarded through religious care,
see the dalit with crucifying glare,
wonder how could a dalit dare,
to overcome his sordid tale,
of breaking away his caste jail,
for them its not his education,
but simply unearned reservation,
well, they prefer to stay ignorant,
rather than be observant and agree,
to their sly ancestors religious vagary,
of keeping majority of population,
religiously away from education,
widely making negative propagation,
low caste deserve condemnation,
now in era of globalization,
they provide legal justification,
by granting on paper certain reservation,
but see the anarchy of socialization,
majority of dalit population,
struggling for handful reservation,
while minority ruling population
gets the rest as gratification,
the educated dalit wonder,
there are many like him who thunder,
for the dalit rights to be consider,
and its time to learn from past blunder,
individuals fight and meek surrender,
unless someone like dr. ambedkar,
been true dalit caretaker,
gather the courage again,
to teach the dalits how to gain,
social rights lost in vain,
perceiving false political fame.
rAHUL...
poem by Rahul Gade
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Death Cry Be Heard
let the death cry be heard,
of those dalit murdered,
and seek emancipation,
against the discrimination,
ask not for justice,
if that only leads to injustice,
for they don’t even try,
to address your cry,
life yours made deplorable,
resolve to make it admirable,
life is worth living,
a single day as king,
rather like decades corpse sting,
fight for the dalit plight,
till they reckon your might,
forgo your false notion,
those who supports discrimination,
are people who runs the nation,
were intellectuals brief daily,
about falling economy,
and neglect human ignominy,
suffered by million dalits daily,
no justice ever deserve,
cry of women raped reserve,
and her family killed to serve,
fanatic high caste nerve,
is there an end to this season,
of hate towards dalit for no reason,
if its caste that only matter,
the nation then will definitely shatter,
fools may sing unity in diversity,
wise will see signs of adversity,
nation heading toward calamity.
rAHUL...
poem by Rahul Gade
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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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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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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.
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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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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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
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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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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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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O God, let there be peace
O God, let there be peace
Let differences among people cease
Let there be happiness everywhere
Let there be suffering nowhere
Let people love each other
And have a friendly nature
To have a good future
And be compassionate to every creature
Let people live together
And promote a healthy culture
Irrespective of religion, caste and creed
O God, let there be peace
Let there be no violence of any kind
For the sake of mankind
Let humans overcome their greed
O God, let there be peace
Let there be no gender discrimination
Let women face no humilation
Let there be safety on every street
O God, let there be peace
Date: 06/04/2005 Place: India
poem by Manisha Tulaskar
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Full Moon Spell!
Today is full moon
So pretty she gaze
With beauty of her ray
Above the sky high
Oh my inner admire her so.....
Today is full moon
I caste my spell
Oh lady of Beauty
Full fill my entire wish
Come true and only true
Today is full moon
Please disregard my spell not......
Caste your beauty and light on me....
With all luxuriousness I need
For world to admire on the earthly thee
Today is full moon …..Everyone caste your desire spell 3times …….with sliver coin n water thee Oh lady of beauty, moon light fulfill my desire thee
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Long Live Apartheid
I was feeling sad and red,
I didn’t know, which way, nation was going.
There were quotas all around,
Communal, caste, gender, language, regional and physical,
And what not, do not know.
Quota in the air, quota in the sky,
Quota in the ground,
Quotas everywhere.
We are here as in a caste republic,
Swept with the farce of equality and secularism,
Where racism is the grating roar,
Bring the eternal note of discrimination.
Alas! There was no peace,
No help for needy poor, dying farmers,
Braving soldiers and wailing widows,
Where racial leaders loot day, in and day out.
Looking high and low, reservation every where,
Merit was trampled underneath the boots,
It was wailing in the brutal world,
Humanity and merit was burning.
It was not a wild fire,
It was the fire of innocence,
Youth, merit and justice,
And knaves were counting their votes.
They were not the brokers of social justice,
They were not the paid ponies of secularism,
But it was the truth burning for justice,
It was the merit crying for honor.
The knaves were dancing on their pyre,
Waiting for another pray, to be burnt alive,
They were cruel masters and have no pain,
Butchers were shining the dagger to stab merit.
They died for justice, vultures live for injustice,
They died for merit, they live for destruction,
They died for truth, they live for farce,
They died for the nation, they live for decay.
Remember it was not a simple fire,
The hot blaze will burn the knaves,
One day the butchers will get the message,
Or else, as in the past, nation will be devoured by slavery,
Ah God we shall be true to our nation,
Long live constitution of India,
Long live our racial leaders,
Long live apartheid’
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Failed Love-war
When their steadfast love
Waged war against the world
They never asked their religion
He never asked her
To change her religion
To change her name
At the culmination
Of the love- war against all
The universe
The Gods
He asked her
To wipe out the vermilion dot
On her fore-head
To break her bangles
To suit to his religion!
She stood with him
To wage war against
Her religion
Her beliefs
Her village diktat
Yet for a sublime love
Untained with religion
The caste or beliefs!
He commanded her
To immerse
In his religion, belief
And caste customs
And customs of the clan
The love converted her
To his religion, belief
And clan to keep
The nuptial knot intact!
He lost nothing for the love
But she lost everything for it
It was he who emboldened
Her to accept the Christ,
The prophet and Jahoa
With no discrimination
As the fundamentals took sword!
As the black shadows
Of disbelief crept in
She as defeated warrior
As the failed crusader
Abandoned and hood -winked
Asked him on parting:
Can you not love me
With no identity
But with the identity as women
Whom you found at first sight!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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Sex Is A Dirty Devil Of Mind Which Always Troubles The Mind
Sex is a dirty devil of mind which always troubles the mind
A sexy man or woman suffers in life not to control the sex,
Such man or woman makes the life-hell in an unkind bind,
Nothing they find in life due to their worset sexual nature,
Wife and husband, parents and children may divide in life,
For example if a boy or a girl can be married in other caste,
Then a war begins among kith and kin and also other caste,
Lovers die in their blind love not to think of their family,
Great leaders and officers are often disturbed by sexual life,
They lost jobs or seats and led their families for distruction,
Those who control the sex are forever happy in life with safe,
Sex can not let for any risk but it can be let for construction,
If wife is suffering from any disease but husband must control,
Likewise both should control sex otherwise sex becomes petrol.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Mahatma Gandhi
The man who showed us the road to emancipation,
Popularly known as the father of the nation,
An advocate of universal brotherhood and equality,
Yes, I’m talking about Mahatma Gandhi.
Gandhiji spread the message of love and mutual tolerance,
He was opposed to all forms of violence.
A crusader for women’s liberation,
He always raised his voice against caste discrimination.
A practitioner of vegetarianism and ‘Ahimsa’
He vehemently propagated the use of the ‘charkha’.
'Truth is God' was his philosophy,
He believed that “The science of non-violence alone can lead one to pure democracy...”
To London he went for higher education,
In South Africa, he fought for the rights of the Indian population.
An absolute altruist by nature,
His knowledge, and global experience changed our nation’s future.
poem by Supriya Prathapan
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The Fate Of Love
The sky is limitless dome,
All the planets are jewells,
The night looks pretty home,
There is beauty where love dwells,
But, eagle always hunts the dove,
The beauty is free but not love.
God's made men but not caste,
They've themselves erected walls,
In the courtyard of human, that would be vast,
So, poor love strives flying but falls,
The society's made among us destinition,
The caste is the obstacle in love's destination.
I know not what the pain,
Or what to say that I feel,
All my efforts may go in vain,
If my compulsion doesn't let me reveal,
My love and intention to the mother of hers,
In her separation, I only compose my song verse.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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The lower caste people were killed as part of a conspiracy to dismiss my party's government.
quote by Lalu Prasad Yadav
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Good Bye To Infidelity
Man indulges in dalliance
With random women, away from home.
It is overt rather than covert,
With a tacit understanding
Or acceptance of his indiscretion
By wife, caste conscious and house bound.
She can ignore man's one night stand.
Only when the woman happens
To be an acquaintance of them,
Wife grows nervous and revolt
As family and friends could be
Privy to the scandal to her shame.
Woman away from home on work
are susceptible to men's eyes.
The boundary of sexual loyalties
Are stretching to accommodate
Liberality of women.
To have long term relationships.
Give good bye to infidelity.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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