Ode To Ambedkar

Part - I O bright star! Where have thou gone? For thy beams are needed again, To warm thy followers’ lives forlorn. Few robbed breads thou baked, most sans gain. Till thy rise, it was densely dark, Large folks were made rotten by cliques, Thou shown them seamless spark, Instilling fire in once meek cheeks. Ramparts of Varna thou steadfastly confronted, Blisters on humanity thou laboriously removed, Wounds of thy fearful society thee operated, Thee enshrined golden verses healed and proved. Dismantled demonic edifices resurrecting everywhere, Buffoonery gets accolades nowadays. Won’t thee be there? Thy place is the North Star that world has verified, Bhau prays thee help thy breed get timely 'Modi'fied.