Dalit poems

We soaked in mist of piety 

We soaked in mist of piety

Wear nobility like the skin on new moon

Avoiding ways of the setting suns' world

Sought liberation from earthly swoon

Enslaved like moth to a candle

Leech like stuck to teats of covetousness

Snatching pickled flesh from vultures beak

We have broken the bridge of returning

Wrapped in desolation,adorned in fake jewelry

We sold Mother India  on Wall Street revelry

Paraded her eternal beauty to the cash monger

Those white Gods with smiles of dagger

We have changed the names of Gods

Krishna's dark personage slumbering in  coal mine

The blue wisps of shivas coiled hair

Are dammed rivers of dusty flow

We have built  walls to divert its cosmic glow

Now hunger reigns on its shore

Land fills are dried of muck

Greenery of land now a vision of rheumatic husk

Coppery gleam rests on vishnu's navel

Out of it looms a bloom

 In mines of gloom

Bleating of innocent lambs in octaves

There amongst the downtrodden

Land fills of  slimy oil

Worthy to be slipped into abyss of hopelessness

Delights the cruel merchants of death

There adorning Gandhi's cap

Wearing mistaken identity

Like Gods walking towards their harvest

They slaughter heads of penitent fools

Singing songs of political maleficences

Like chirping cockatoos in a dream

The birds took the last grains from the mouths of babies

And swept to the land of no return

They touch different shore for divinity's blessing

Here in  holy temples of foreign banks

 they convert dollars to greed

And promise vaporous justice to disaffected

Their masters don't dwell in temples anymore

Nor education in their midst, nor in their ranks

They thrive because metals flow in their blood

corpuscle rumblings of Sherman tanks

They abhor religious debate

Discuss currency exchange instead

Ponder deeply Wall Street journal and  Bhagwat Geeta lies in dust

And Mahabharata is a Bollywood movie gone bust

There in the east was a majestic forest

 Petrified, No longer do plumed birds sing

Gone too they flew

To a land across the bridge of no return

Krishna, Durga,shiva, lovers of eternity

Are weak limbed observers

Of their world torn apart by

The monarchs of Green Tombs

Buddha walked these paths

Taught ethics, morality, enlightenment

He too picked his weary feet

Became a man in search of Brahma's soul