You call yourself a human being
Though you destroyed my very be-ing
You call yourself high caste
And Discard me as an outcast
You call me by names unclean - but
For a night you make me your queen
And I am left with your child to wean.
You make me unclean with your dirt
And the society names my child
E'en before its birth
Each time I gathered strength to bloom
From bud to flower
You trampled me underfoot
To show your superior power.
Now I grow in the untended garden, wild
Nourished by the granules of the bitter pill
Gone are those days when I saw me thro' your eyes
I am enlightened by my human rights.
Your beauty is just skin deep
My beauty within can soar greater heights

And I am no less than you
You are not great than me
'Coz nobility lies in the heart
And not in your absurd caste
The Great God created you and me
In His image, that like Him we may be.

Achsah Georgina. J.
Madurai, (Tamilnadu).



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