Rachelle Bharathi Chandran
Kristallnacht,
all the posts said
little did they know that it was not
Kristallnacht,
It was Kristallmorgen
Kristallnachmittang
and
Kristallabend.
In Kashmir
In Assam
It had been kristalltage
for dalits,
centuries.
But, this december
came a terrible blut
darkness
That made the trees weep
because their progeny
lay bare with blut
In bullets and fire
Who dare enters our homes
Where we enshrine our children
their anguished cry,
unheard,
Others, busy listening to the axe-cutters.
They have cut us!
They have cut us!
tears of sap
flows through clear
for blood is precious
blood is necessary
blood is taken away
to create a Kristallnacht
of one colour.
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Rachelle Bharathi Chandran is a writer whose writing centers on the Dalit experience and the various marginalized intersections within it. Zer professional work includes writing on health and education as a content marketing specialist.
