The Poor Dalit Girl... Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Poor Dalit Girl...
The poor Dalit girl
I can see her growing
In abject poverty,
Living on left-overs,
Stale food.
The poor hut her house,
The date mat her bed
And she arising by cockcrow,
Sleeping by nightfall.
Goats, sheep, hens and ducks
By her side at a distance
And she taking it for granted
Without any qualm or complaint
Taking it to be her destiny.
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