Waman Nimbalkar
Caste
When I knew
nothing, I knew
My caste was
low.
The Patil had
kicked my father,
Cursed my
mother.
They did not
even raise their heads.
But I felt this
‘caste’ in my heart.
When I climbed
the steps to school
then too I knew
my caste was low.
I used to sit
outside, the others inside.
My skin would
suddenly shiver with little thorns.
My eyes could
not hold back the tears.
Our lips must
smile when they cursed.
I don’t
understand anything..
I heard this, I
learnt that,
I became a man
like a man.
Even now I
don’t know…
How is caste? Where
is it?
It isn’t seen
so does it live inside the body?
All the
questions float like smoke,
And the wick of
thought is sputtering.
But when I knew
nothing, then I knew
My caste was
low.
Translated
by Graham Smith
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