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Divine Brahmin

Born of ancient, noble exultation.
A lotus among uncountable weeds.
Speaking the dwindling language
of a dying population.

Her blessings have been polluted
in the churn of Calcutta’s filthy streets.
Scorned for an unwavering quest  for love,
where the exchange of rupees blacken hands.

A glorious heart resides within,
unyielding to societies chains.
Bars of confinement to her yearnings
still the demands of life’s passions.  

In the silent, cool night she weeps,
for a world lost in loveless slavery.
Her heart victim to the masses.
A restless pillar fighting defiled conformity.

Justice has not found her bedpost.
Societies eyes cry not for the weak.
Deepening insomnia displaces all dreams.
The smothering hands of tradition imprison.

But a new path has opened.
Where love and compassion breed equality,
and caste crumbles upon fertile ground.
Shining a light on a new horizon.

May Krishna grant her the power.
To make the leap to higher ground.
Where unleashed love and passion
blossom in liberty’s eternal sunshine. 

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  1. Date: 7/10/2011 4:05:00 AM
    what a beautiful dedication this is, such sociological and political depth within it and that's a great closing stanza, what a beautiful connection you two share...

  1. Date: 7/9/2011 9:38:00 PM
    I don't wish to die before I meet you my fav poet

  1. Date: 7/9/2011 9:35:00 PM
    No body ever understood this Wayne ! You brought justice to my teary eyes. Three years were really death like experience. I feel so much respectful and I never recieved respect for myself. I have no grudge against people who never understood. God bless them too. In the silent, cool night she weeps, for a world lost in loveless slavery. ....these lines were really really breath taking for me. May your poetry enlightens the heart of the millions... Regards and love from India Smriti

  1. Date: 7/9/2011 7:23:00 PM
    Dedicated to Smriti Jha