Am I a historian or an untouchable historian?
Am I a human
being or untouchable?
Why am I so focused on history?
Unlike many
Why am I
thinking of the historical past?
Why are the
historical pasts and present relevant to me?
Why do I love
history so much, unlike many who love professional courses?
Why does every
Untouchable love history or sociology or humanity?
Why am I dying
to write my poems in broken English?
Why am I dying to express my ‘untouchable’ pain and suffering in my butler's English?
Why am I spending sleepless nights documenting every
incident?
Why am I so
focused on historical caste and its unbearable atrocities?
Why am I so concerned about caste, untouchability, race, and gender, despite the fact that many others are not who loves politics or economics or human rights or sciences?
Why am I focusing on social issues rather than many
political, economic, and rights issues?
Why do tens of
millions of untouchables focus on caste and untouchability?
Unlike many
What is there between caste and untouchability?
Why is it relevant to me?
Why do many say "you are disgusting us with your
caste and untouchability" issues?
Many say, do
you think it is a platform to talk about caste and untouchability?
Many say,
"Do you think we poets will read your shit literature here?"
Many say,
"take care of yourself."
Many say
"your presentation is poor."
Why, despite all these mind games from hegemonic groups,
I am focusing on caste and untouchability in my broken English
I can’t write in a poetic language in the way they
write.
Just like
Shakespeare,
Why can't I
write polished English?
Why can't I use
jargons in my poetry?
Why can't I use
a thesaurus in my poetry?
Why can't I
present my poetry in this way?
Why can't I
express it in soft English?
Why? Why? Why?
My tormentor is laughing.
My torturer is laughing.
My torturer is brutally teasing me
His agent is laughing.
They were
laughing at my poor presentation.
They want very
soft language.
They want sexy
language.
They want a
polished language.
They want
romance.
They want
feelings.
They are
looking for Shakespeare or Gandhi writings.
They want
Vivekananda poetry.
They want
Rabindranath Tagore's poetry.
They want
Aravindo's poetry.
They want ISCON
poetry.
They want yoga
poetry.
They want Rama
Krishna Paramhamsa's poetry.
They want
‘white’ poetry.
They are
demoralizing me with their humiliation.
They are asking
me, do you think you have readers?
Do you think My Poetry Side is a site for your caste
and untouchability?
They are
speaking just like my tormentor.
They are
everywhere in every form.
Never Died
Caste
Untouchability
never dies.
It is history.
It is a social
history.
It is a caste history.
It is an untouchable history.
It is a race
history.
It is a
patriarchic history.
It is a
history of the bourgeoisie.
It is a Dalit
story.
It is a Hindu
history.
It is a
genocide history.
It is a
history of ahistorical violence.
It is a caste history of invisible untouchables.
Ignoring history is ignoring yourself.
You are
ignoring human history.
Your poetry is
brahmanical poetry.
There is no place for humans in your poetry.
There is a human in your poetry, but it is a Brahmin.
There is a human but untouchable character in my poetry.
She is an untouchable woman and her daughter
Her vulnerable condition in her tormentors' playground
Her body is his
playground.
Her Hindu
tormentor is playing on her body.
just like
football.
Their names are Surekha (mother), Priyanka (daughter), Sudhir (son), Roshan (son), Bhotmange (husband).
It happened in Khairlanji on September 29, 2006.
She is in my
poetry.
Her Dalit
husband is in my poetry.
Their Hindu
tormentors raped her and
Her 11-year-old
daughter in front of her husband and sons
They killed her
two sons in front of her.
They killed her
husband in front of her.
They raped her and her daughter for 48 hours and dismembered them.
They raped them in front of the entire Hindu village in front of their Hindu women.
They recorded a video and showed it to their Hindu Diaspora in the USA, The European Union, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand are all represented.
Hindu Diaspora celebrated the Dalit rape and massacre.
You don't like
this nonsense?
It is
disgusting.
You are a Brahmin agent because you are a racist.
You're a democrat, after all.
You are a
hypocrite.
You enjoy human
suffering.
You enjoy human
pain.
We don't enjoy
it, but we feel every bit of their pain and suffering.
Let poetry
describe every humiliation.
Suffering
Pain
Lynching
Honour killing
Racism
Casteism
Untoucahbility
Devadasi
Scavenging
Dehumanization
Depersonalization
Humiliation
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla B.A.,M.A.,M.Phil.,Ph.D(History)
Blog: DALIT ACADEMIC MAFIA,
Blog: TIGRAY GENOCIDE IN ETHIOPIA (dejazamtchnegussebezabih.blogspot.com),
Twitter: Dr Suryaraju Mattimalla (@DrMattimalla) / Twitter,
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Author of unpublished autobiography:
"Why I Am Not Indian: The Untouchable Rejecting India's Citizenship"
E-mail:suryarajumattimalla1977@gmail.com
Published poems by Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla at My poetic side
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