Readers: there was a news in the Times of India dated 28 9 09..Nepal ditches India, says caste is akin to racism; this is true; still in rural areas an upper caste boy or girl can not love or marry the opposite sex from a different caste which is considered lower; there are reported honour killings by the family members only
The above inspired me write this; I dream of an India which has no caste; its worth recalling Bharathiyar, who said “ Jathigal illaiyadi paappa, Kula thaazhchi uyarchi sollall paavam
All the entrances
Are decorated
With the rainbow
Of flowers
My eyes
Fall on the flower
A white rose!
When all the flowers
Are covered with snow
This rose is waking up
With tear-drops!
This flower
Supposed to laugh!
Who has prisoned the pity
Behind the window bars!
The beauty fit
For a crown,
Has been surrounded
By thorns around!
Who has thrown fire,
On the glory of a flower,
Full of dreams
Making it lose colour?
Unable to find
An answer to my queries
Trying to remove
The stigma of social segregation
I kiss the thorns profusely, thus
Passing the blood that runs my life
Through my lips to the flower
That will make the flower red!
28 9 09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem