Oh learned wise men,
Why are you yet to see the light?
You called them the untouchables
The men, who toiled on the land
Bruises in their hands &
Sweat on their forehead
They muddied their hands to feed you
And you labelled them impure
Tell me oh learned wise men
When both of you are born in the same womb
How come you only come out as pure?
For centuries, you hit him on the knee
You threw peanuts for his work
You dishonoured his women
You looked down on his community
You made rules, you drew lines
You cast them as outcasts
You even denigrated them as untouchables
The world was inventing towards bettering lives
You invented symbols of division
On your bodies, in your names, in the labour you do
Divisions put us through 200 years of slavery,
Still, you brandish the glory in these symbols
You made us fall short on the road laid
By our founding fathers
In the 21st century,
Mocking our democratic ethos
You vote your caste
When asked to cast your vote
In an institution of higher learning
You sacrifice young minds on the altar of a casteist society
Many great souls have walked on this land
Buddha, Jina, Ashoka, Akbar, Harsha, Shankara
What have we learnt oh learned wise men?
Why do you still toe into Manu’s lines of divisions?
For centuries, you have been learning
Still why your minds are muddled with darkness
Isn’t that a impure body is easy to clean
Rather than a impure, ignorant, narrow mind
Isn’t it the time we did penance for centuries of sins?
In the name of Varna & Jathi, in the name of sacred laws
Isn’t it the time to emerge out of the darkness that surrounds us?
Isn’t it the time we start being untouched by these narrow thoughts?
Isn’t it the time we celebrated as children of one god?
Isn’t it the time we broke the barriers and unite as humans?
Isn’t it the time we held each other’s hands
And forgot our world of differences?
If not now, when, oh my learned wise men?