Dalit writers are gaining prominence in modern literature. But their beginnings was not all that easy. They had to endure social stigma and isolation from society, especially the upper castes. Poets and their sufferings According to en.m.wikipedia, dalit literature started in the 1960s in Marathi language and quickly spread to other languages like Hindi, Kannada, Telugu, Bengali and Tamil.[Read More...]
Please allow me to walk the street Without being for your eyes a treat Don’t look down my shirt Don’t check the length of my skirt My bosom is round, my hips are tight But none of these are for your delight Burqua, jeans or any clothes are my fashion Why should I dress with caution? I may be a[Read More...]
Asifa, I have no words to speak of or for you
I had planned to give up poetry
At the end of this month
This National Poetry Writing Month
Poetry is of no use
Words have no beauty
What I need is action to enthuse
My deeds have to fill the stage of this world
So that never again is there an Asifa.
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I write for the men of a thousand years hence— and the women—and their healthy children. And…, if you are suffering, if night is day and day is night, I will drink the cup of despair with you, for I have tasted of despair. But…, if you are happy and wise, may my words animate your limbs; may[Read More...]
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A Small little Girl
With innocent smile on her face
Goes to the Forest
To bring back the horses
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Ah ! The predicament of an engrossing coversation with an indian male The vicissitudes of rape ! A week does not go by without a ” RAPE ” being reported …. How does it get any better than this ! I wonder ! For a country of a billion souls ONE more case ? Well I say -‘ what’s new[Read More...]
Into the night he releases his wordless poem, rhythmic and perfectly metered; then pauses to consider it before a new trope of sound rises with the steam from his mouth. This cold winter, this Moscow night, loneliness, or some ancient ache for belonging is our common inspiration. But I am the lesser poet, in need of words to beg[Read More...]
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To Dalits, Muslims, subalterns,
To women, the poor, the marginalised sections,
You are a statue full of life
In this world of strife !!
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Nirbhayas, Nancies and Asifas
Must be murdered
As a punishment to be born
A mere helpless girl ?
Unprotected, all unsecured
In her own volatile turf
Be it home, society, state or country
Until her society gives birth
To good and righteous people.
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She speaks from my womb
Last time it was her entrails yelling
having been pounded, wrung and spread out to die
in wide eyed surprise
at yet another killing
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