Tripak
Horse blinkers
‘Walk with horse blinkers’,
advised my forty year old
father out of his tobacco filled
mouth, rotten teeth showing,
from the gap of two lips.
While removing my blood stained ,
white school uniform, on a rainy
evening of shravan, when
I came back from the school,
breaking the skull of a kshatriya,
He told me to walk with horse blinkers,
On my way back to ‘chamarwada’.
‘If you don’t want to be killed by them’
He gleefully added.
Let me tell you the story
of my protective, vulnerable
dalit father, and ask him about
the memory which makes him
say: ‘he wants to fill their
arseholes up with molten lead’,
In times when all the narratives
about abusive drunkarddalit –
fathers get lapped up by savarnas.
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Tripak is a storyteller, based out of chamarwada, working towards achieving Begampura..
