I walk down the corridors of history
And see the wounds caused to me
By you, you, you and you all.
I walk down the shores of time
To find where and whence you,
You, you and you all came.
I dig deep into my memory
Which tells me you all came to rob,
To civilize, to evangelise, to make
A better human out of the brute
That I am.
Don’t you, you, you and you all
Think the desire to convert others
Is an imperialist desire?
Why should I be your look-alike?
Your carbon copy or photocopy or
A copy of yours printed in the
Press at Alipore?
Why do you want me to change my Ways?
Why don’t you change yours?
Why don’t you let me live in peace?
I don’t demand anything from you.
I can live without your gifts, your Religion, your education, illiterate,
Unknown, unsung, unremunerated,
Until the next dawn of civilisation.
I Shudra with a tail
Shall sweep the corridors of time
With my tail –
The tale of a comet.
Author – A. L. Rawal