The Shared Mirror

Your produced regions of deception

With sharp beaks take my bites, in the surrounding intense wailing,

And beautiful crudeness you call literature 

Dazzled by ornate words you call Mahakavi

You worship dirt covered with flowers

To infinite poverty you narrate story of king and queen

You write literature, write shashtras and philosophy of convenience

But here is the dominance of some people

I will go saying it by showing, wailing

While going I won't remain dumb I will go cursing this clutter

…….

Let the earth be shattered

The sounds of bells in ancient temples

rung to extinguish me be razed

……

The clothes of the assassins will torrentially tear

All tents of sins I will without hesitation burn

While going I won't remain dumb I will go cursing this clutter

I have given answers on coming while going I will carry questions.

 

Excerpts from Yashwant Manohar's collection of poems: Uttangumpha. Source: Dalit Literature: Nature and role.

Tags: Yashwant Manohar

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