Razor way shun

like grass their lives
were thrown around
a complain
and they were gagged and bound
like fodder.
they endured each storm by bowing down
till their foreheads touched the ground.

a hundred years later 

their names started dying
for the bearers of the legacy
of pain have started lying
and why wouldn't they
when at every step
you tell them that
they had it easy.

dalit literally means oppressed
but we all know
it actually means
"the lucky people with quota".
by the fifth visit to his friend's house
he was familiar with each little crack
on the cup reserved for him.
i wonder who is more obsessed with reservation. 

Our reservation of hate
exceeds their reservation of jobs
but that's alright.
Our arguments, like daggers
returning to stab the sheaths home
in on the quota problem in india.
slums will never be tall enough
to be a part of a City Skyline
so let us conveniently forget
that 93% of the people
below poverty line are dalits.
let Us forget that the arrogant seeming IITian
was once forced by his teacher
to clean the entire school.
not because he was throwing around garbage
but he was considered garbage.
Cows our are mothers
but they can have the privilege
of conducting her last rites,
while we collectively pretend that
the man entering the sewer to clean it
does not know
that along with the
poisonous chemicals, his body
is also being exposed
to our toxic gaze
which can't imagine him in clean clothes
let's hope that like their history,
the people vanish as well.
its not genocide
if the people stab their own
culture to death
with blades of shame.