

Call me: Down,
Down, a Dalit,
Down of caste system,
A living history
Of exploitation,
Of social exclusion,
Look at me:
I m a five letter discourse
A D-A-L-I-T,
Symbol of injustice.
Give me:
Sewer, cobbler, wage worker,
As proletariat identities.
Exclude me:
From history, from justice, from state.
Bring me:
Bruise, tear, death, and slaughter
But remember:
I’m down, a root,
I will rise as a Phoenix, awaking with a new revolution.



