Sanctity

I know my heart is impure, That’s why I were born a Dalit, I know your heart is pure, That’s why you make me a Dalit. It is sanctity of your God, Or the purity of your receipts, You never accepted that, Dalits are also human. Have you cleaned your toilet? Have you cleaned your room? Then what is your purity? If your stink is also fart. Did you sleep without food a night? If a female child asked you for food, You opened your heart for mercy, And your forgiveness desired sex. Have you enjoyed ever poverty? And watched innocent’s death, Who was crying for medicine? But a doctor was asking for money. Have you faced poor circumstances? When an innocent was crying for help, His child was raped, And police charged him a thief. Have you walked with ware feet in a heat wave? When children were crying for water, When he went for fresh water to a bell, Uppercastes killed him, he impured their water. They raped his wife and burnt her alive, And they arrested his children, They grown female child ‘a sex worker’ And male ‘a bounded labour’. No Religion served their service, God is one; we all are brothers and sisters, No Government banned Upper Castes, They humiliated Dalits in a democratic system. You can speak loud; I know you are pure, Your conservatism treated always equally, Whatsoever you arranged discussion, You paid benefits to killers to maintain terrorism.