“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet


I’ll try to tell the tale

Of a small untouchable

A dying girl in India

One too susceptible

To hate and avoidances

And untreated grievances

That left her crippled

Still searching for happiness

But wanting to become

An importance to someone

Crawling on the ground

A piece of her undone

Unraveling and twisting behind

She holds her sari closed

With the other hand grasping

For a root or stone to hold

Crowd begin to gather

Birds flock and wonder

No one cares to help

Only wanting to gaze at her

Her misfortune and poverty

Her disfigured body

Hereditary fate

And the lack of a family

In high standing and respect

Just a birth defect

And an insatiable desire

To become perfect


© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com


Comments on: "Dalit" (1)

  1. lovely..

    welcome join us for poets rally week 40 today.
    keep it up.

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