HE DIED, A DALIT!

He died suffering all night, nobody to look or bother!

With fever and severe pain, he rolled through the night,

With out a wink of sleep till night had run its course!

At last the dawn was there with the early morning light

Painting the sky outside looking through the window!

Darkness gone felt relieved and slowly he dozed off!

Morning he did not get up, no body bothered to check

Or wake him up for a bath and give some breakfast!

Left him to himself to sleep through morning forenoon

And also the afternoon till someone tried to wake him!

Felt him hot burning like fire, so hot surely he would die!

Disease never diagnised with no right medicine given,

But randomly some tablet given by his people at home!

He died soon thereafter finally ending his eventful life!

But a very sad meaningless life, no dreams ever fulfilled!

So he died in the end putting an end to many many things!

His own personal problems and the problems to others -

Due to him and his living, without solving many problems

That he should have solved and settled in others interests!

Thus he finally left going away for ever from this World!

Opening many new problems to those he had left behind!

Who never bothered him all through when he was alive!

Now curse him now and then as they remember him,

Whenever somebody talks about him or remind them!

He who never was corrupt, or made money or wealth!

Or amassed assets definitely was a Poor Simple Dalit!

- a Dalit poet

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