#caste
every march—
these guys in thin white cotton shirts,
pockets full of colours,
smearing red on cheeks,
on brows,
on the house after ours.
"bura na mano, holi hai,"
they laugh.
at my gate they stop.
curse my grandpa,
spit his surname
like it tastes wrong.
i stand there.
my white shirt
absorbs it all.
the stain sticks.
the name sticks.
i cannot wash either away.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
Don't know what is my country, religion or caste.
Don't know what are my rituals.
I am just a child.
"Innocent Child"
If you take me, I will become you.
If they take me, I will become them.
- Sandeep Kaushal
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 5:31 AM UTC
In India, we need feminism
Because, it stands for equality
Before you start losing your calm
Please allow me to clarify
Feminism means not, women dominating men
It means equal rights for both men and women
And of course, women empowerment
Now, let me be blunt
India is not and has never been a great place for women
Our society enables male **********
In almost every sphere of life
Which ends up creating a lot of strife
It is time to change all of that
Hence, is feminism so important
Because, women need to find their voice
And for that, they must have a choice
To do what they desire
Without invoking the society's ire
So, it is time to dismantle our Brahminical patriarchy
Only then, can we really reform our society
Because, gender and caste go hand-in-hand
We cannot destroy gender inequality with a magic wand
It is necessary to strike at its very root
Which, essentially, is caste
For instance, why do so many rapes happen?
Because, they enable upper caste male **********
****** harassment and **** reinforce the caste structure
Thus, does the Manusmriti continue to influence gender
And proactively hinder women empowerment
Again, this is why feminism is so important
But it also needs to be intersectional
And include women at all levels
Of our wretched caste hierarchy
In order to achieve gender equality
It is necessary for Brahmin and Savarna women to take a pause
And allow Bahujan women to make uniformed choices for themselves
Instead of dictating terms to them all the time
Also, men need to be part of feminism
After all, inclusiveness is the very core of feminism
It transcends gender, *** race, religion and caste
Was not Babasaheb Dr. B.R. Ambedkar one of India's greatest feminists?
It is thanks to this beautiful soul
That, at least in theory, are men and women equal
As far as our country is concerned
Therefore, feminism is something we greatly need
But it can be successful only when it includes everyone
Thus, in order to make India a much safer place for women
Everybody must adopt feminism
Because, it is equivalent to humanism!
Jai Bhim!!
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
India is our country
And we are told
It's a great country
However, I beg to differ
Rather, we are sold
The idea of an utopian nation
A country with a myriad variety of cultures
Races, religions and languages
United by a common feeling of brotherhood
However, look beneath the hood
And the idea implodes spectacularly
Crumbling in a heap
Instead, emergeth a divide so deep
That it can be bested not
Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean
Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation
In all but name
Instead, we put the blame
For all our evils
On the British, one day
And the Mughals, the very next day
While more and more blood spills
In the name of religion and caste
How long will this last?
India is our country
And as per the Constitution
All Indians are our brothers and sisters
However, if you use your imagination
Understand, you will
That this is just a facade
Designed to protect our international image
As you turn page after page
Of our so-called glorious history
Emergeth the true picture
A land comprising thousands of castes
Fighting each other since the beginning of time
Something that would put to shame
Even the fickle-minded Romans
During the reign of Julius Caesar
We Indians are indeed pathetic humans
Falling like nine pins
At the slightest hint of pressure
While boasting about past wins
That no longer matter
India is our country
And a time there was
When, a proud Indian I was
However, passed have light years, since then
Oppressed, have been our women
More so, those who are underprivileged
Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano
And hence, did they go unpunished
Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army
Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states
For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy
Something that truly makes my blood boil
Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail
Because, our justice system is an epic fail
On the other hand, you have innocent people
Languishing in jail for ages
Because nobody bothers to turn the pages
Of the Constitution of India
Yes, India is our country indeed
But patriots we are, no longer
Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger
A field where India can never take the lead
Yes, Indians we are
However, humans we are first
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC
I am untouchable, right?
You don't want to touch me
Be near me
I'm so ugly
An outcast, I gripe
Sparkles of dust
Flying aimlessly
Towards the void
I disgust, don't I?
An abomination in flesh
A ***** -inducing nauseating pile of thrash
I'm nothing to you
You are nothing to me
So you fear I'll give you the disease
Honey, there's no disease worse than the one that is rotting your brain
To you
I'm dispensable
An object
A slave
So you won't touch me
But you want me clean your dirt, your shame, your filth
For they would make your hands *****
My hands, what hands?
I'm subhuman ****** right!
They don't matter
Nothing matters
So you won't touch me?
That's fine
I DON'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED BY YOU
NOT IN A MILLION YEARS
YOU DISGUST ME
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
caste to caste,
we are on a pyramidal paste.
less to none, the options to outclass
this is the cry of an outcast.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
On a sea of sand
A pair of parched lips
Pasted on the burnt skin.
Waiting...
Under the violent Sun
She stood by a *** of water
Waiting...
The bent crooked back
wrinkled flesh falling of her bones...
Waiting...
Sun runs to his mistress
Hidden behind the clouds of West,
She stands watching their union
Waiting...
Waiting for a drop of water
From the *** kept beside her
The *** she can't touch
She, a woman
A polluted piece of flesh
A scheduled caste!!!
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
Sweet Akunna of the forbidden caste,
with ******* ***** and succulent to taste.
She has marble eyes that blossom by day,
and ivory teeth worth a millennium's pay.
Her rear curves dangle to her feets' rhythm,
for the gaze of rivals deep in schism.
Her moist lips have their natural redness,
as bright in colour as a crimson dress.
Her body's landscape is soft with fragrance
of love and sweetness in sheer abundance.
She has long, smooth and fine pillars for legs,
for which every man dreams daily and begs.
In rejection she rules the rain forest
as the queen of misfits, but still the best.
An outcast with beauty that subjugates
all free born women yearning at the gates
of the gods for such unique endowments
which are natural without ornaments.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
When a neck is crushed by someone's knee
He may not be able to breathe
He may even die
It's not always a matter between two
It’s a matter of Justice and Injustice
The Injustice crushes the neck of justice
Crooks say Blacks and Whites always fight
But they are not at all right
It’s a myth created by the haters
Haters injects racism, casteism, religionism
In the breath, mind and blood of everyone
But not everyone are that much fools
When haters are supported by the throne
Then the peoples who are not the fools
They shake the throne with much force
They convey the message in a nice way
They have the power to invert the throne
They have the power to break the throne
Because Blacks and Whites never fight
They recognize each others right
And always support what is right
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
i want to be white because i'm black
i want to be black because i'm white
i want to wake up like you did last night:
without wants
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
Girl: Dad, I love him so much
Father: Shut your mouth or i'll **** him
Girl: Do you even understand what love is, Dad?
Her Father replied,
"I LOVE MY CASTE"
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
" Who is in there? ! Answer eh! "
The shadow trembled . " Are you black or white?!"
" I am hungry, sir. '' The voice replied.
Why is it that souls are judged on the basis of their colour? This disgraceful conjecture which has been dejecting people for centuries, seems on an external tenure. When will it bear a full stop? Be it the western nations, where it determines a person's status or the southern, where it decides a person's magnitude of beauty. Although, this mind set is hobbling downwards, yet some vestiges are still sparky, which are needed to be hushed off.
A.S.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
The desire to show myself
Could get me killed
With the malicious intentions of the world that I inhabit.
The name on my forehead
Is that of a caste
I am what they say I am born with
Then I must tell you that I am born with a gift to create
Would you then call me the creator’s own reflection?
Leave the question unanswered.
I desire to show myself still.
I want to tell the world about the art
That I had created
The covers of the books I designed
The books I am about to write.
Then I contemplate what I want to share
Through this feeling to bare myself naked.
I realize that I want to experience
The dazzling beauty of the smile
Radient on the reader’s lips
On the art connoisseur's face
The artist that I am
And not the illiterate brute that they call me to be.
The truth is in my nakedness
And I desire to unveil it in front of you
It, the cloak of my pen-name,
The mask of my unrealized self,
The naked body of my noetic being.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
Sunshine splashed its gloss over fields
Warming the petty little bud
Paving its way carefully from earth
To glance an eye on the universe
Days went by as bud blossomed into youth
Nature awaited for its very first look
The first petal grew from the shoot
And the world threw a face of disgust
With teary eyes, the flower looked down
To see her pointless black gown
Nature around her looked pale and hazy
To her sore heart full of remorse
She regretted her self for having grown
Time flew by as the sky changed colour
The black rose grew quite old and fragile
And when the dead breeze blew hard
With no protest lay herself down
Voicing her silent mourns, I ask Thy
Why does the world build barriers
Between hearts and claim many a life
Why can’t Thee melt them away
Make souls bind with love and concern
And blow off the flame of social evils
Careful to rejoice its aura from wick
Trade with hearts not with heads
Steal the love and not the gold
Differ by deed not by colour
Once these words worn out by use
Only then shall the heavy clouds clear
And time soon heal up the CALLOUS TRANQUIL NIGHT......
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
She was the last
The last one
To be ripped apart
No mercy was shown
Just flames of fury
Not even by her own
None made a query
Love was all she did
She did love him
But all got rid
Not of the same caste
They misjudged the danger
Their love didn't last
She became a stranger
Lack of family support
Support was none
For them, no one fought
Materialistic thought
Fake religious pride
Their love was caught
And soon they died...
©sim
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
I am king of the world, universe and everywhere,
But I have only a hint of power.
So all I can give you is attitude.
Just pointing out injustice
Where I see it.
Classes and castes and religious divides
I see as evils
To be opposed
With all my might.
For sure I’ve little might
Of course,
But I still have the right
To say that it’s all wrong.
Classless society is what we want:
Well anyone who’s worth his, or her salt wants that.
Religious discrimination is another thing
We need to remove
From our way of life.
There are many more evils in our world,
So we must do
All we can
To obliterate them
At every opportunity.
I can’t put this any other way,
Poetic or not,
We have to stand
And fight
Against all that we see
As bad.
For the Common Good.
Paul Butters
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC