Ode To Ambedkar
Part II
What would have happened to million’s fate,
If Subedar Ramji had failed, thee to set.
In 1891’s simmering heat of April
Born true nationalist Phule’s pupil.
Being motherless boy, thee set sails,
Thee had to bear brunt of devilish veils.
Under the curse of being an outcaste,
Hiding behind were satanic verses vast.
Fighting stiffly with ethnic bigotry,
Thee maintained disciplined gallantry.
Thee was not allowed a sip to drink life source,
from glossy vessels tainted by ritualistic force.
Passing exams with flying colours,
Thee received scholarship armours.
Baroda Maharaja fuelled thy intellectual leap,
Thus, begun stripping naked waists cheap.
Copyright © Rajabhau Mohod | Year Posted 2023
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