A Dalit Girl, Where Was She? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A Dalit girl,
Where was she born
And where did she go away,
A Dalit girl,
A Dalit girl,
A poor girl
In search of bread
Leaving her home,
Her hut,
Her goats
And ducks and hens
Going to the husband's home
But peace is there too not?

She working in a home
As a domestic help,
A maid in other man houses,
Going half-fed, half-clothed
Living on juthan,
Scraps of food, left-overs
Unable to feed herself
And support her family
As the husband a drunkard
Passing his time in drinking dens
And has abandoned her
And has re-married too.