Caste Poems

Caste poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of caste poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on caste are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Caste And Abuse

The Caste And Abuse short poem

Casting aspersion on caste is like digging one’s own Grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

The Caste And Abuse

The Caste And Abuse short poem

Casting aspirations on caste is like digging one’s own grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

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No Excuse

No Excuse prose poem

You can excuse a poisonous snake when it bites because it is afraid you might strike first You can excuse a thief if he has no other means to earn You can excuse a woman driven to prostitution because of

The Frost

The Frost short poem

This overwhelming emptiness: something to present allegorical, figuratively, which is not here. Vultures were coming back. A stimulating dialogue must start to release the hostages of unknown fears. The menacing fog was towering over statements. Everything was turning into coal

Never Was It Right?

Never Was It Right? short poem

Never was it right? Or was it always that we needed to try, for own sake obviously. Was it, that we ever wanted discrimination on the complexion. Or was it that we always needed to try, at the behest of

Poems containing references to : Caste

What Kind Of Freedom Is This

What Kind Of Freedom Is This long poem

Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those

“Stranger, Why Should I Not Smile At You?”

“Stranger, Why Should I Not Smile At You?” long poem

Stranger, why should I not smile at you? Why should we be entrapped under false separations of race, color, caste, creed or any duality? Are not we beings cast in the image of God? Is not all – one! We

I refuse

I refuse short poem

I refuse to follow you. I refuse to borrow your words, your ideas, your beliefs. Limiting preachings of fragmented minds. I refuse to follow you. I refuse to adopt your meanings,  interpretations, definitions. Confining parameters, conditioning. I refuse to follow

The Judge

The Judge prose poem

(JUDGEMENT la JUSTICE) Couples fight and seek Divorce, in camera, in Court While Animals meet each other openly for Courtship Human beings need Lawyers to fight their case While Animals fight each other and settle the case Judges are appointed

Devil’s Realization

Devil’s Realization short poem

O flamingo, your pink is fading. Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. It hits there, where it hurts more. You were chasing, standing on one leg salt was dwindling in the lake. The stink unlike you is going to

Present Scenario

Present Scenario long poem

Value deterioration is too fast Humanity should stay steadfast. The world should wake to crisis And hit it at its head like a dart. Vices are quickly escalating Greed runs at neck-break speed Making the people more physical Eat, drink

Living Together

Living Together short poem

All humans are part of one god. But still they fight among themselves. In the name of religion, Ever at the name of caste, At the name of the country. Why cannot we all live together? If we all live

Tribute To A Philanthropist

Tribute To A Philanthropist long poem

Though by birth born in a caste predominantly of business class where Goddess Lakshmi loves to reside, He grew up in the company of sacred caste predominantly of learned class where Goddess Saraswathi would settle Right from his tender age

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn

Wake Me Up, At Another Dawn short poem

Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but

Unbecoming

Unbecoming short poem

A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was

Out Of God’s Eyes

Out Of Gods Eyes sonnet poems

Rise, oh weary, war-spawned sheep Leave your demons caged in sleep. Travel up above this place Of caste and creed, of greed and waste. Shear the spirit from the host Invoke the remnants of the scourge Awaken sentience in the

*impact

*impact short poem

Turns me on I will write a poem. Delirious moon had picked me up from under the skin. The safety pin was broken, now a crowd will disrobe me. Everytime when my pain makes you cry oranges are not meant

Life Is A Package

Life Is A Package short poem

We talk about Rich and the poor We discuss beauty and ugly We debate over winner and loser We judge the Good and bad We speak about life and death We Quarrel on caste and religion We compare human to

Mockery

Mockery short poem

Entering into deathless trance the moon was galloping across the clouds, clad in blue winds, for a spiritual encounter with the sky. A saint in making, a grandson of god, retreats in a religious retreat to taste a forbidden pain

The Love We Had

The Love We Had short poem

Just by staring at her smile my world became sheer. For the power she had to embrace me just by residing in this little heart of mine. Our love was abundant for me , to be blissed. It made me

The Bird Song

The Bird Song ballad

Oh come bird and sing upon the Willow tree, a note of your little hearts well being. To a host of wild flowers, in colors of a rainbow queen! Walk on the soft green grass, for joy in heart it

Fictional Island

Fictional Island short poem

I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you

Being Alive

Being Alive short poem

Being Alive is to feel the breath…that cannot be felt after the death… Being Alive is to feel yourself beyond the senses…that capture your spirit in all the instances… Being Alive is to feel the real you…feeling the consciousness, pruning

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Bud

Bud prose poem

Forget nothing and dream of everything opening like a flower bud Turning memories into fantasy and reality but an if and why and could Smell the flowers scent and it reminds you of a woman of the wood It’s colour

A Wanderer

A Wanderer long poem

through these spaces in search of hidden traces wouldn’t you like to be inside of the life of a bumble bee what are we willing to achieve gone are the days getting caught in a haze your just like a

An Awaited End.

An Awaited End. short poem

I stand alone gulping the lazy sun Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone A chaotic day, finally descending Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending A quiet little leaf falls from a tree You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free

I’m Magic

Im Magic short poem

I’m a wispy boon a gleeful surprise ineffable in my own still growing , but I’ve grown Even you are me, I am he This heart – this oarsman keeps me alive or the breaths would’ve lasted at five My

Perhaps

Perhaps long poem

Perhaps a word of encouragement, for you is overdue Perhaps it’s not my job, to try to comfort you Just know that in this moment, my intentions are for good But my intentions rarely work out, the way that I

Hell Of A Show

Hell Of A Show short poem

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

Thought – Part 1

Thought   Part 1 long poem

Morning is too cold, winter sun with least influence Flickers with lost glory, the road appears dusty Leading to vast rural field. The man in front of you in shabby attire In hurrying feet to attain his morning calls. Thy

Monsoon

Monsoon prose poem

When the head begin to reel under the burning sun When the tongue gets dried up in the scorching sun When the body spills sweat like floods due to heat of the Sun When the life become unbearable by the

Hatred

Hatred short poem

Hatred as drizzle, Chisels at human souls. Contrives a crevice to separate them, Deceives and ensnares its surroundings. Fear and heartache are its weapons, Vindictiveness the float it parades on. Discouragement its cathartic instruction, Defeating the strongest of men. Wears

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade .

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade . short poem

Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ; in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ; But to no avail, Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone, But crawls through challenges and daily

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become

Reflections Of A Life

Reflections Of A Life long poem

Gaze into the mirror at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time or place?

Never loved

Never loved short poem

She feels like Chandramukhi a woman who never was loved but only used by many to realise their dreams May be that was her fate to be a rung of a ladder to the unknown passersby coming to quench their

My Opinion

My Opinion short poem

Opinions like onions The word on the street Expressions of impressions Sometimes don’t come so cheap Openly flaunted Or tongue in cheek A message in disguise Mailed, blogged or in a tweet A picture posted With no form of retreat

I’m Turning Fifty

Im Turning Fifty prose poem

Oh My “I’M Turning FIFTY” I remember as if I was just a little girl and did not have a care in the world. I saw myself and said gee I cant wait to grow up! I went to middle

The Girl Ineed

A girl I need, just for a girl, not as a boy, As I know what a boy behaves like; Not as a mother to chase me With a cane in her hands, To repeat the dos and don’ts; Not

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and