For An Informed Ambedkar Age
Meera At times they tell me- I am a goddess, And they drape me- In sandalwood and red, And carry me along- Around the temple. Sometimes they cry- When I am born- Who’ll pay the dowry- When she is finally off- To her in-laws’ place! At times they gawk, At me …
Meera This freedom is not ours In a tank in Mahad, Long back, he fought- Not for the stale water, But for us, to be seen- As humans. The tank is still there, Stale and filled with moss, Like your eyes- jaundiced, With the moss of manusmriti! Another boy was killed- For the …