The Caste Conundrum

 

She was raped, broken, cut, and strangled,

It meant a lesson for her and her likes,

To stay within the limits, their caste had defined.

 

Sweep the streets, Clean the drains,

Meant to be labourers, bounded by the system,

Oppressed and dehumanized in their existence.

 

To be depended, to be servile,

To please the master as he desires,

Precisely the web of caste system defined

 

Centuries passed,

Being duped, thugged, and robbed,

Brainwashed to not fight the system ordained servitude in disguise.

 

No rights, no voice, no capital, no might,

No entry in the village, no entry on roads,

Their sight a pollution, their shadow called for bathing.

 

No lands, no education,

The very body is their means of subsistence.

They toil hard to earn two square of existence

 

 

The system still defines the roles,

They toil, they migrate, they labour,

Never to realise the System ordained desperation.  

 

The privileged understands,

The disadvantaged are to be kept in disguise,

To make them in-fight, never to unite.

 

They get murdered, raped, mutilated,

Their properties burned and looted,

When tried to showcase their pride in a moustache, bullet or a horse ride.

 

The System serves well and is self-sustaining,

The underprivileged are also graded and Sanskritised,

Instilled with the caste pride, is tutored to see his own kind as a lowly tribe.

 

Blinded by religion, caste, and tribe,

The Bahujan fight among themselves,

From his living room, the privileged smiles at the buffoonery in sight.

 

 

The streets are being swept, the drains are being cleaned,

The dead  carcass is pulled, the night soil is getting disposed,

Convenience for the privileged is garbed as Virtuosity for the exploited.

 

The system  of caste runs unbound and the privileged gets rewarded     ©   

Akshay Mohan