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.