Unaware I was when at school
What is caste? ? ? ?
Teacher asked, I was bewildered and
Gaze other faces uttering - Rajuput, Manhas,
Schedule
Caste and so on,
I didn't know, teacher slapped on my face! ! ! !
I lost my conscious with unbearable slap
Being a kid, how could I be able to bear that?
Finally I know what is caste?
I was not born with a caste but finally framed
And taught first at school.
Still I cry! And want to fly
When reminiscences that forceful slap! ! !
How could a little boy suffer from such a 'slap'? The 'slap was wicked violence. Shout out your pains. Sometimes pains make people stronger. Fly in your poems.Fly in your sky. You will be very fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked your thought process and the way you penned it in your poetry. Ty