Down goes the wall of shame.

For decades stood there in the village a wall

built with bricks of shame and tears of dhalits.

Keeping in exile senses of mutual trust and right

the high-castes built the wall parading airs of supremacy.

A long and huge wall- it wasn’t built of cement, but

by unjust and unruly ethics- hatred being the brush.

Poor dhalits, mute they became seeing the wall in their way

and resigned timidly to their cell of subservience, a bequest

 they’d from society. “It’s another albatross on our necks”

mused the dhalits wrenching their hands in despair.

Happy became all the righteous when down went the wall of shame.

For, in its debris they saw no stones and bricks, but

the pride and arrogance of the high-strung castes.

To the ground gone the village wall, but yet to go from

our minds are the sturdy wall of casteism, which