Dalit Poems

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End Reservation!

End Reservation! short poem

Brahmin wrote it and Sanctified in thousands names of gods. Gods from books Ruled the sky; Over land and water. The real God is banished As dark matter! Shudra had nothing; The land his placenta fallen Or the sky he

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The Legacy

The Legacy short poem

There is far too much evil in this long misused world, too much force-fed fear. Too many bent and broken lives adrift on a torrent of tears. Too many innocent children being brainwashed in too many crowded halls. Pointless graffiti

Living It Wrong And Strong

Living It Wrong And Strong short poem

With watery edge time’s pouring down the sledge and yet once again I find myself in sweet similar pain Is it the pain of losing someone or it hurts cause my emptiness hasn’t yet found someone This unknown fear haunts

Enough

Enough short poem

A leached amputee living with stumps of flawless dying. Round and round, blindfolded moving in circle, drawn by rhyming bells. Perhaps you need to suffer with the drunken race of snipers. I am in the silent valley of barefoot secrets

Curtains

Curtains short poem

If you visit me I will serve coffee and while you drink I will hang you over my window If I can see the sea roll behind your belly its foam washing up between your ears, I know you will

Pain

Pain short poem

Pain fills my room, Sweat and fear surrounds me. I will cry if I move But I have no choice. We are learning to walk, Go up and down stairs. We are all grown children Being taught to survive. You’re

Twisted Roles

Twisted Roles short poem

I tend lovingly my husband, present savior, shareholder of my future pains of old age. But, he is in my place and I am in his role. I nourished warmly my innocent children my blessed off-springs of happy home, future

Pink Reminder

Pink Reminder short poem

It slithers, the tongue trying to find the rage on cold words. A window shuts on fire for a deliberate withdrawl from conflicts. The virgin iron becomes a corpse under the golden amnesia of hot greens. The colors are changing

Random Birth

Random Birth short poem

A unique, irreverent intruder: in my dying dreams, of a domain beyond the gifts. The corridor was full of specters in boiling air. The DNA will not cover the naked strands of desires. Put out to sea, my boat in

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017 short poem

Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they

Sojourner

Sojourner ballad

Come!Come My soul traveler tired and weary Come, sit with me under this ancient tree. unburden and rest your journey’s over Come lie down under this spreading tree. Ah!you tell me you were too young and the days were short

मंत्र (mantra)

मंत्र (mantra) prose poem

(Certain meanings of hindi language words: Mantra: Hymn, Prayer Brahmin: A priest Kalyug: In Hindu mythology as a time of evil, decadence, and untruth; here used metaphorically, comparing our time to that of Kalyug. Srishti: The Universe abhaas: Intuitive feeling,

Shelley

Shelley elegy

Low-slung August sun shadows stonework into the deeper shadow lands — phantoms adrift on the wide Sargasso sea — and so unruffled, these lawns, and all this frumpery. So much then has time and its opposite done for me. It was along these lines that

Lakeland Manor

Lakeland Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

Ode To A Tree

Ode To A Tree ode

O tree, beautiful tree in the garden! Teach me the art of living! You have mastered so well ~ Feet planted strongly in the earth Branches raising arms to the sky Giving shade to the weary traveller Welcome shelter to

The Mist Of Love

The Mist Of Love short poem

‘The mist of love That flows in the air Is felt in the heart That truly cares And though only A fleeting chance Still it was a great And fine romance Our love was fragile Like the wind that blows

Tarnished Nights

Tarnished Nights short poem

Though you’re laughing and dancing, in front of the looking glass, deaf ears can’t hear your whispering, I’m emanating your sadness. Lure them with my elder names while you’re seeking the cradle. Spin, spin around, live the dreams, be drunk,

I Will Try To Survive

I Will Try To Survive short poem

Gazing at the sky at night , I gaze at that one big bright star Which Reminds me of you, . So close but yet so far It hurts when I hear that song I don’t have the heart to

Withdrawal Symptoms

Withdrawal Symptoms short poem

My body racked with tremors, In a corner I sit huddled. The shaking will not rest Till the demon in me is fed, I long for the taste, One taste would make it all go away. My body yells its

Soaring High

Soaring High short poem

Ethics takes a nap, in a blink, without qualms. * A jilted lover, like a broken moon, takes a jump from the hill. * In this twilight who am I, in this crowd of sinners? ———————————————– Ethics takes a nap,

Alone In Eden

Alone In Eden prose poem

Though I had an amazing and awesome father , and my husband was a most remarkable man, still, I felt alone. Alone is not a good place to be. Nevertheless, alone is the place I found myself. That is, until

Ghosts of Anguish

Ghosts of Anguish short poem

Will the ghosts ever lie down and rest they rose from the anguish of the soul in an instant of morbid pain and they have kept him haunted. He walks like a zombie trying to escape the wrath they inflict

Comic Life

Comic Life prose poem

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

Where Elephants Go

Where Elephants Go prose poem

She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who

India And I

India And I long poem

I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate

Wish

Wish short poem

I wish I could keep crying, But tears wouldn’t fall off my eyes, That way no one would know How weak and desolate I am inside. I wish I could sing madly when I want to, they wouldn’t hear, That

Heavenly Guidance

Heavenly Guidance short poem

A quivering mud lamp under the basil was sending signals for benign inconsistencies and a covert interceptor to stop a death to himself. It was a no moon day to monopolize the open eyes and closed lips. Piercing screams were

The Space Between

The Space Between long poem

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

Firsts and Lasts

Firsts and Lasts short poem

“NO!”, she cried, running out of the fitting room. The wedding dress lay bleeding. So did her womb. Elsewhere, he took his last breath, lying on an unknown street.

The Love Of Mistaken Identities

The Love Of Mistaken Identities short poem

Destiny played its role By mingling the two divine souls. It was matter of chance When God took its stance. The two couldn’t do much Except being clutched. The commendable wavelength Added on to the unbeatable strength. Despite the social

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Dear Roger

Dear Roger prose poem

When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in

Criminality

Criminality short poem

Code of the veil was darkening. You were searching for an unwritten message in bandanna. Rot was setting in flesh. Sludge was becoming a stone for an unmoving stream. The talks had failed. Hand-grenades will explode in shouts later on,

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (part Two)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (part Two) long poem

Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

Love And Malice

Love And Malice short poem

Love and malice are sides of a coin both feed equally to our mood. We praise the charm of our lover first for beauty then the qualities, in the name of understanding we weigh the obedience. Affections for young self

World Of Imagination

World Of Imagination short poem

In a world of dreams and imaginations, There’s perfection, make-believe stories. All’s the way, we wish life to be. With equality, without disease, Over populated places. All reside in mansions, have beautiful bodies. Love is as the Cinderella story. King

Scintillating Mornings

Scintillating Mornings short poem

Melting in cold Rubbing my fingers on your palm Crossing my legs over yours By ten minutes, I snooze the alarm I press my body against yours Whisper a word or two Drowning in the swivet of desires My body

Abortion

Abortion short poem

The weeping of a mother The hard, cold face of a heartless father Poor little you, barely kicking inside Mama is about to throw you aside Let’s not blame mama, good beautiful mama Let’s blame papa, for his empty promises,