A Dalit Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A Dalit Girl

A Dalit girl
I grew up
Taking left-overs
And that too was not
In my fate,
Grew up taking left-overs I
In another man's house,
A Dalit girl I
With a poor destiny of mine
So wretched and devastated,
I grew up in a hut
Licking tears,
In poverty, hunger and misery.

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