The Dalit 29 by Pitambar Naik

by Leslie Anne Mcilroy


After centuries of darkness,
Bitter nights and chilling snow,
A hope winks, a bud blossoms.

The sun dazzles from his burial tomb,
A host of tattered people
Welcome the new day.

Ultimately,
A cursed civilization
Dances to life.

And the colony of perpetrators
Take a long leave.
The flag unfurls.