Feeling like a rat or a cat,

A dog or a frog,

I lie

Stretched upon a table

Waiting for dissection,

Soon they shall come

With their stethoscopes

Dangling around their necks,

Like the pendulums of out or order clocks,

Peep into my holes

Make a note or two

With their carefree looks

Climb upon my chest,

Take a long jump

And land somewhere in the society

Of overeating humans

And do their duty to humanity –

Their noble profession!

How long shall I – a subhuman,

Offer my Dalit chest

As a launch pad

To their careers in prosperity?

Poem by – A. L. Rawal

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