Shiva of the Dalit locality
I saw it
While passing through the way,
Shiva of the poor, shanty area
Taking him to be an untouchable
And thinking it, I a Brahmin hesitated
In praying to, bowing my arrogant head
Which later on regretted I taking it
To be a great mistake
On the part of my Brahminism, punditism
As Shiva is Shiva.
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