God send me on the earth, an innocent being,
Untouched by the black and white doing,
But the world branded me as a Brahmin,
And a curse fallen on this urchin,
A child of lesser God,
The entire honor was forbidden to this pod,
Education, help, livelihood,
All was snatched by Robin Hood,
Some branded it as social equality,
But it was state cruelty,
Other’s called it secular passion,
But it was ugly repression,
All the isms kill human rights,
They are the Jan us face of racial might.
Yes, That's the nail on the head, so as to speak. We're still a divided nation. Very sad. Cheers. Subroto
True, All is politics a scoundrel's game, It brought polity a nasty name. Life and property it can't protect, How equality and prosperity effect. Let them their primary duty attend, For the rest there is 'invisible hand'. CP
a truth no doubt...but truths that taste bitter to some may taste sweet to some others...but as you eloquently notice in your write a truth always remains a truth alone... nice composition...10
nice thoughts.but think of those who suffered for generations.nice poem.voted 10 surya
I love the passion you put into your work. Obviously, you are extremely patriotic but I sense the sadness in this poem. You are certainly a realist - expressing your own depth of sadness that you are still a divided nation...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true write sir...read my poem 'manu's varna'