A Friday Poem


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I am nobody,

Worthless my life is.

To Untouchables I was born,

A Dalit child my fate sealed.

 

I was born in slums.

Rights? We have none.

To upper-caste our lives we owe.

Slaves to serve all their wish.

 

Poverty and hunger

Is all I ever knew.

If there is hope,

Tell me how?

 

What is my future?

Do I have any?

It all looks so dark

And I wish I were not born.

 (The poem is taken from No Longer A SlumdogK. P. Yohannan, © 2011, page 45)

At the very bottom of the ungodly caste system in India are the 300,000,000 Untouchables or the Dalits. Their numbers are staggering and their children have lived the words in the above poem for over 3,000 years.

Yet, take a closer look at the above picture, okay?

These are Dalit children who have been brought into

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