To A Cleaner Poem by dipak adhya

To a cleaner

My words stop still
Thinking of you
My head stoops in reverence
And feel you so close to my heart

And yet so far -

Though there is no untouchability
Though there is no hatred
Yet never I embraced you
And never thought you as mine

One day I saw a king
washing your feet
you know it was just a showing -
What a great farce it was!

I've nothing to give you
I've nothing but a few words
With that I show my respects
And as usual regard you as my brother.