I Am a Dalit Girl

I am a Dalit girl,
I was beaten once,
For getting my family
Two buckets of water
From a pond owned by Thakurs
On the other end of the street.

Drubbed was I,
black and blue,
Gagged was my moan,
That ache all over my body
Was ignored by all, known, unknown.

My pain in mind,
My ache in body,
Had no ointment to cure,
No medicine was yet discovered
To heal my wounds, for sure!

I trudged along to reach my shack
Lay in my bed, terror-struck,
A horde of goons barged in,
On my flesh and youth, went feasting!

I am a Dalit girl,
Not meant to be touched,
But to be raped and tasted,
To have my chastity outraged!



I am a Dalit girl,
I am just a Dalit girl!