Best Dalit Poems


A Poem- Dedicated To Nirvaan

oh nirvaan ! truly dearly you ,
how should i tell you,
how much i love you,
i am your uncle,
you’re my nephew,
thats not all i have to tell you,
i can see in you,
astonishing wisdom and noble cue,

so i like to earnestly convey you,
in this world of disguise beauty,
nirvaan be the crown of integrity,
cherish the values of buddha,
knowledge, character and generosity,
and accomplish the ambedkar glory,
your parents nita and vivek,
working hard for your sake,

for you the platform is set,
to lead the rest,
born in wealthy country of opportunity,
don’t ever forget humility,
towards suffering dalit society,
strive for their prosperity,
your grand parents abhayanand and jhanaprabha,
devoted most of life as an ambedkarite,

be the reason for their pride,
by never giving up the quest,
that born american by birth,
you are equally devoted,
to spread the dr. ambedkar's word,
to make india pro-buddha,
oh nirvaan! truly dearly you,
buddha’s of past, present and future, bless you.
sadhu, sadhu, sadhu !

...rAHHUL
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Together For Life

We are a perfect pair of shoes
that shows the time’s effects or use.
Our knot does not make itself loose
as we are laced so glorious.


Form: Dalit



Note:
This form is called Dalit, a traditional short Filipino poem which is only a quatrain, having 8 syllables in each line. The rhyming scheme is aaaa.

Dr. Ambedkar- Sun That Never Sets

i see a sun that never sets,
that enlighten inner quest,
by transcending hearts gate
to overcome lives fade

i see a sun that never sets,
burns stoically for the rest
to help achieve forbidden glory
of those lives gloomy

I see a sun that never sets,
for millions pride sake
breaking law of nature 
like a rebel dares death

i see a sun that never sets
and he is a man on mission
with sublime noble reason
to fight human discrimination

i see a man surmount a sun
brilliant high in the sky
nevertheless refusing to lie
unlike a sun that sets everyday

truly Dr. Ambedkar, a dalit icon
is the only sun, dalits reckon
and world shall not witness 
any other sun that never sets

...rAHUL
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Voice of a Dalit Women

now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender 
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of femininity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste femininity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
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Paper Democracy

Democracy for elites
Principles never enlight
Politicians aggrandize
Void of commitment
Dalit rights crucified
Every Day, Hour, Minute
Burnt, tortured, raped
Blood tears wept
Humanity if any ever left
Upper caste domination swept
Nation deliberately slept
How can Millions Rejoice?
As largest democratic voice
Shame, to them
Who makes false claim
But never aim
All humans born same
Who can we blame?
Judas, within us
At rank and file
Shouts & writes,
About Ambedkarite’s 
To win Dalit might
And rest in Vanity Fair
Alas, they too will flare
None would care
Upper caste won’t spare
They would dare
Every breathe Dalit share
This isn’t any nightmare
Reality check bare
Democracy nowhere


                      ...rAHUL
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Dalit Kay Nina

Kung sasariwain ko sa 'king isip
Ang nangagdaang mga kapanahunan,
Liban kay Jessang lubhang pinintakasi,
Ikaw'y naroon 'di ko maikukubli!

Sa koliheyo kata'y nagkakilala,
Katoto kita sa 'sang asignatura,
Sa unang tagpo'y 'di ko maikakaila
May paghanga ako sa iyong nadama.

Aywan ko rin ba Nina't 'di ko sadya
Na noon ni Kopidp ako'y napana.
Nasok sa kamunti- muntiang himaymay
Na aking laman katagian mong taglay.

Makailag- ulit sa silid-aralan,
Habang ating guro' nagbab'hagi alam,
Ako'y nag-aastang maysakit tiyan,
Labas- pasok silid ng ikaw'y matunghan!

Minsan, maaga pa sa silang ng araw
Kung ako'y dumatal sa silid- turuan.
Takot mahuli? Oo! Ngunit ang pakay
Liban sa takot, Nais kang masilaya.

"di naglao'y lumipas ang mga araw;
Ikaw'y ipinagdamot, wari ninakaw
Ng oras. Naubos buong limang buwan
Kay bilis, animo kidlat kang naparam.

Sa gayon ka tatamis na alaala,
Ay gayong dita rin sinikap kong bathin.
Dahil sa likod ng sibol nang paghanga,
"di ko nasabing, "Nawa ikaw ay akin!"

Ngayon, tila mga along nagbabalik
Ang mga araw ng tuwa kong nasapit.
"yong mga araw'ng ma kamandag sa huli
Ngayong kaklase kita sa Master's degree.

Ngunit ngayong tana'y multong nagbabalik,
May sinusumpa akong 'di mauulit!
Ang batid ko lang a siyang gaganapin
Ay liligawan kita. Walang pipigil!

Kung sakaling ngayon ikaw'y may pag- ibg, 
At ikaw Nina'y sadlak sa pagkatali,
Magka- ao ma'y 'di ako palulupig!
Laya mo ay hihintayin hanggang huli!


Raise Your Voice

you are ambedkarite then raise your voice,
don’t give up your rights raise your voice,
that’s not your god who created,
your dalit destiny,
man is his own creator,
and master of his destiny,

do have a reality check 
see your ardent buddhist mate
succeed far beyond the rest
whats dragging you behind,
is you and your own mind,
if one man can do it,
you too can do it,

don’t complain later,
come together follow dr. ambedkar,
arise, awake and gain buddhist sight,
to conquer the caste might,
to overcome your past atrocity,
see right into future possibility,
be educated, united and agitate,
nothing else could mitigate.

...rAHUL
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An Educated "dalit"

educated dalit, working in office elite,
his journey from rags to riches,
hardly matters for high caste there,
safeguarded through religious care,
see the dalit with crucifying glare,
wonder how could a dalit dare,
to overcome his sordid tale,
of breaking away his caste jail,
for them its not his education,
but simply unearned reservation,
well, they prefer to stay ignorant,
rather than be observant and agree,
to their sly ancestors religious vagary,
of keeping majority of population,
religiously away from education,
widely making negative propagation,
low caste deserve condemnation,
now in era of globalization,
they provide legal justification,
by granting on paper certain reservation,
but see the anarchy of socialization,
majority of dalit population,
struggling for handful reservation,
while minority ruling population
gets the rest as gratification,
the educated dalit wonder,
there are many like him who thunder,
for the dalit rights to be consider,
and its time to learn from past blunder,
individuals fight and meek surrender,
unless someone like dr. ambedkar,
been true dalit caretaker,
gather the courage again,
to teach the dalits how to gain,
social rights lost in vain,
perceiving false political fame.

...rAHHUL
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Why Only Muslim Terrorists?

To UN gathering in Newyork, 2005.
(This Poem is dedicated to Dalit human rights
Caste violence: Wednesday, August 31, 2005 (Gohana):
60 Dalit houses burnt down in Gohana, Haryana, India.)
 
Do you know why matters are pending?
Is nobody has interest to touch them?
Actually a person deals with a matter,
Why does he need it for a benefit?

Who cares about justice?
Thousands files are hiding cases,
They demand to proceed for justice,
Are the concerned people not aware it?

Terrorism is high spotted agenda today,
Poor Dalits are suffering over the centuries,
Their human rights and a terrorising class,
Is still a hiding case as benefit seekers deal?

Are they made options only for Muslims?
They feel their activities are terrorising,
But when they shall feel about Hindu terrorists,
Who burns Dalits houses and rapes them.

Today world’s unanimously adopting,
Why is it on terrorism only for Muslims?
Who shall speak for Dalit human rights?
Why is world blind for Hindu terrorists?

Death Cry Be Heard

let the death cry be heard,
of those dalit murdered,
and seek emancipation,
against the discrimination,
ask not for justice,
if that only leads to injustice,
for they don’t even try,
to address your cry,
life yours made deplorable,
resolve to make it admirable,
life is worth living,
a single day as king,
rather like decades corpse sting,
fight for the dalit plight,
till they reckon your might,
forgo your false notion,
those who supports discrimination,
are people who runs the nation,
were intellectuals brief daily,
about falling economy,
and neglect human ignominy,
suffered by million dalits daily,
no justice ever deserve,
cry of women raped reserve,
and her family killed to serve,
fanatic high caste nerve,
is there an end to this season,
of hate towards dalit for no reason,
if its caste that only matter,
the nation then will definitely shatter,
fools may sing unity in diversity,
wise will see signs of adversity,
nation heading toward calamity.

...rAHHUL
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Who Is the Son of God?

Lord Jesus  
A Son of God,
I read it in the Bible.
Where also lord mentioned.
A false prophet will be born.
After this message,
Lord Muhammad was born,
And these teachings were never accepted 
Christians followed Lord Christ holy Bible,
That ‘d written by his followers,
Because he was unable to write.

If this is the truth,
Who was the father of God?
That was the father of Lord Christ?

If Mary was virgin,
And God took this responsibility,
That her child, 
Jesus is a Son of God,
Is it that means? 
God was a human.

I read also on many occasions, 
Devil also slept with many women,
But nobody claimed that,’ he was a son of devil.
As Dalits were accepted untouchables,
Over the centuries and Mahatma Gandhi,
Accepted Indians ‘A father of nation’,
Claimed that untouchables are ‘harizans’.
The Son of God.

In 2001, The World conference against Racism,
Taken place in Durban that I attend,
And protested that, ’Casteism is Racism’. 
The 7th Global form,’ reinventing Government’ in Vienna,
I attended where I heard,
UN failed to hear Dalit’s issue of Caste,
Because they admitted that, 
Gandhi was a great philosopher.
He will be awarded with noble prize.

I appreciated the world philosophers,
Who admit Gandhi’s Claim that 
250 million Dalit’s are not human,
They are the Son of God as Lord Jesus Christ
But was that reason, 
Not Christians, not Muslims, not Jews, not Buddhists,
Condemned UN role of discrimination against Dalits.
Is these religions accepted that,
Gandhi was a great philosopher,
250 million Dalits are the Son of God,  not human. 
If they accepted that Dalits are also human,
They must claim to UN,
How did they fail to address?
Dalit rights are also human rights.

Joyous Way

Worrying does not take away 
Tomorrow's woes of blue and gray, 
It cancels today's joyous way 
To let now be in disarray. 

Form: Dalit

One Day Will Come

I know, this is insulted task,
You are very important to me.
I know, this is insulted task,
You are fully enlightened to me.
I have no objection
You are quiet handsome and smart
I have no objection
Your are honest working hard a part
But I can’t allow you
You are still a servant.
But I can’t allow you
You are lower caste detergent.
I can invite you
If you have a different religion,
I can invite you
If you have a different language vision,
It is a matter of my purity
It is a tradition of my culture and faith
It is a matter of Hindu sanctity
It is a pride of my family myth.
You can’t understand
As you are exploited over the centuries.
You can’t blame them
If nobody accepted you a human the centuries
If you are Muslim
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Sikh
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Christian,
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Buddhist
Still facing a caste barrier
You need to know
Hindu fantasies have strong ties
You need to know
Why all others have mourn flies
They also believe that
Caste is a God gift
They also believe that
Dalits have downtrodden rift
Is world ready to accept you?
Explain me, what have they done for you?
Nobody is ready to help you
If you are Dalit, they have done none for you,
They love you, 
Only the cause of their Religion.
They love you, 
Only the cause of their vision.
Religious philosophy is equal,
Divide mankind and ruled over them 
Religious philosophy is equal,
Kill the welfare of mankind to convert them.
One day will come,
When you will be a religious man,
One day will come, 
When a Dalit shouln’t be a Dalit fan.

Muse From the Moon

The pretty moon attracts the ink 
of the pen with eyes that don't blink 
and with mind that will always think 
of lovely light's poetic link.


Form: Dalit

A Challenge

I never accepted such challenge that makes me fool.
I accepted challenge that provides me accelerating tool.
I am a Dalit, not human, 
Hindu treat me slave in a democratic rule.
Impassable roots and recommendations hide,
No place for strange but offering a stool.
What do you want to reward me?
Pain, tear, suffering or something extra cool.
I never heard you are also supporting me, 
Human civil rights aren’t a swimming pool.
I wrote, someone would hear my pain,
But everybody has cry in a bribery school.
We are Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Sikh, Jews or Buddhist,
Not a human, only religion in a living shell.
What is a worship message: to worship a tomb?
Kill them innocently if a life is quill.
Oh, my dear fellow, I write for nothing,
Whose not charged me appreciation, is that not hell?
Who loves not his grace, why do I feel pain?
Are we or not; human, that’s my untouchable skill?

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