Dalit

She was born to a Dalit family;

And she was a Dalit woman,

Who never made jaggar

Without sweating.

She was born to Dalit parents,

Who never taught her to loot.

She was born to a Dalit community,

Where she was taught to be humane.

She was born as a Dalit,

And never lived as a whore.

But you may not allow her;

To drink from your well,

To sit with you,

And to talk like you.

But when she die,

She can embrace the soil like you,

She can be eaten up by the worm like you.

And when she die,

Her soul can meet the creator, not like you,

But as the soul healed by the heavenly nectar,

Which you denied when she was alive.