The Dalit Priestess Of My Heart Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Dalit Priestess Of My Heart
When I see nobody as to light
The incense sticks and the lamp
In my room for worship,
I ask the Dalit girl working
As the maid
To light the lamp and the sticks,
What in her lighting
If she does it so soulfully
After taking a bath.
Sometimes time gets important,
Sometimes situations compel one
And what is more important is bhakti,
Sometimes the call of the duty demands it so.
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