Dalits who have
forgotten
Their past their
sufferings
Their people their
parents
Are very useless
people
Those remembering
past
Leave some hope in us
Our People and
Society
Only they are very
few
Those who want to
light
A lamp in dark houses
For some regular
income
Such Samaritans are
few
As good people are
rare
Really rare being far
few
In corrupt days and
times
But those Dalits who
talk
Really often fail to
light any
Or provide jobs to
people
Poor helpless needy
Dalits
Many Dalit Leaders
now
Don't even help the
Dalits
Save already existing
jobs
Arrange their
salaries pay
Many can't even
ensure
Often protect these
days
Wages for suffering
poor
Working helpless
Dalits
They only keep on
adding
Lights and lights at
homes
One two and many
homes
Small and big all
their own
Focus lights and spot
lights
Flowing fun playing
lights
Red orange and blue
lights
On the roof on the
bonnet
Decorative lamps of
beauty
Designer lamps of
quality
Chandeliers lamps variety
Beauty quality and
variety
Lights lights lights
all types
To enjoy meat of
varieties
Games allowed
prohibited
Fish chicken and
poultries
Sweets cakes and
pastries
Choclates drinks and
like
Shapely tasty of
imported
Enjoy forget make
merry
Those who amass
wealth
By exploiting poor
Dalits
Holding hopes and
promises
Only to take their
money
Squeezing also caste
hindus
Business people and
traders
To help them make
billions
Are nothing but real
frauds
And those who want to
add
Butter and sweets to
food
Wine or other drinks
added
Are nothing but only
cheats
When many still back
home
Without food water
starving
With hunger are even
dying
Are nothing but big
crooks
a poor Dalit poet
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