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.
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September 6, 2024 at 11:54 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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