Octopus Poem by chidananda sali

Octopus



A typical temple scene -
Long queues of devotees and beggars
Are proof enough

Here sits an old lady
Sick, frail, struck by leprosy
She is all skin and bones
Abandoned by all, waiting for death to call

Enters another old man,
Leper, sick and frail
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His the same story

Too weak to sit,
He wavers and rubs his hand against her
Offended, she begins cursing

Can’t you see, you Idiot?
Why don’t he move aside?

Who knows what caste he belongs to?

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anish Debnath 14 October 2015

Even a dying person thinks of being unholy.This is a shameful truth. No matter how big is your love Caste is what matters over all above.

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Chidananda Sali 14 October 2015

thanks for ur feedback anishji. u r right. sali

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Liza Sudina 14 October 2015

what is the correct answer? brahman. kshatri, shudra?

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chidananda sali

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mudgal, raichur dist, karnataka state. India
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