Bijay Kant Dubey
Chandalika - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
Who calls you a girl
Untouchable and defiled,
Give me the water to drink,
I want to drink from your hands.
You are not fallen and degraded,
Maybe it that something of yours
Does not suit me,
But you are not, not Ashprishya, Untouchable,
But touchable, touchable,
O my love!
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