Dalit girl

A DALIT girl bathes on the banks of a river / fable

A dalit girl rinses her hair on a river's bank
Dark coils swimming on the waves like a boat
Shimmering coal on twilights coat
Her face innocent adorned
Eyes like stars on the surface of her teeth

Brahmin priests,catches her in the act
Furious at her rebellious  mein
Scolds her in an imperious tone
Dont you know bettter, you little shrimp

That a low caste girl cannot bathe before us
Written in text holier than your collective  lowely dust
That such as yourself ever contest an edict
Hung will you be from the nearest tree without a verdict

Said the girl, your lordship, folding hands
Why cant I bathe in this natures delight
I know you are learned and of immense might
But I woke before you and all your gods
And was taking a plunge in these heavenly bogs

We have to bathe first thats eternal rule
Because we are of high caste and you our myths fool

Said the girl, my lordship, smiling
Youve been beaten for centuries by these Veilings
Here swim the tortoise, the fish and those frightening crocks
Alway before you no what matter the clock
They swim and die in rivers gaze
And you sleep in your slumbering daze
These animals of the river deserve to be higher than your virtues

Astounde, amazed, shocked by the girls reply
Asked who taught you this heretics veiw

There amongst the tree sits a man of seren face
Of noble birth and enlightened of view
He calls himself the Budhha
And he did teach us these simple words of wisdom

So, please get out of my away
And do whatever you like, I have no time for your foolery