My name is Perumalla Pranay Kumar

My name is Perumalla Pranay Kumar.

I am 23 years old Mala Untouchable

I am a Christian.

I am from Miryala Guda.

My parents are untouchables.

They are Christians too.

From my schooling days, Amrutha Varshini and I were in love.

She is from a Hindu-Vaishya caste background which Mr. Gandhi is a member.

She is 21 years old.

We have decided to marry.

According to the law, we were married.

We got married in a church.

We break with Hindu purity and impurity notions.

My wife is carrying my 5 month old baby.

She is five months pregnant.

We visit the gynecologist regularly.

One dark day, my wife’s parents arranged for a gang to kill me.

My wife's father, Maruthi Rao, planned to kill me.

Her mother, of course.

We are, as usual, visiting a doctor.

We are coming out of the hospital.

That’s it.

Suddenly

A Hindu mob attacked me.

There is also a Muslim in that mob.

They cut my body with an axe in front of my wife.

They killed me on September 14, 2018.

They killed me in the morning at 11 a.m.

They killed me in front of thousands of Hindus.

They are even celebrating.

My tormentors informed the Hindu public before killing me.

So I married their Hindu girl.

They supported them by teaching a lesson to the Untouchables.

This is their way of life.

It is called "Miryalaguda, the Honour Killing of an Untouchable".

Every moment of untouchability

Every moment of caste-based humiliation

Every instance of caste killing

Every moment of untouchability is killing.

Every moment of humiliation

Everyday honor killings, lynchings, and stonings

Who will write about these heinous crimes against untouchables?

Nobody is speaking up.

Nobody is speaking.

Everyone is writing poetry about yoga, meditation, and spirituality.

They are advising you to do an hour of meditation, yoga, spirituality, etc.

They are my tormentors and their agents.

I have to write

I have to document

I am writing and writing against caste and untoucahbiliy.

I am writing and writing against caste-based violence and untouchability-based violence against untouchables'.

I am writing and writing against Hindu-sponsored violence against Untouchables'.

Suddenly, my tormentors' agents

Whether they are so-called scholars or not,

writers or

Poets or human rights activists or climate change activists or

Feminists, leftists, or Marxists started abusing me, demoralizing me.

They want me to stop writing about the social realities of their favorite Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, and Islamists.

But

Untouchable is unshakeable.

He knows the politically correct ideology of his tormentors' agents.

They are his tormentors.

They are agents of Incredible India.

They are agents of yoga.

They are agents of meditation.

They are agents of spirituality.

I saw tens of thousands of western agents in Kashi.

With drugs

With naked

With gangs

In an unconscious condition,

In their spirituality, many are infected with HIV.

Kashi is their destination.

Their destination is the spiritual world.

Because they are good for nothing in the real world.

They are unproductive.

They follow the majority's lead.

Democracy is based on majority.

The majority rules in a democracy.

Minority lost

Might is right is democracy.

It is another form of dictatorship.

They started asking me

Why "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, does

In my broken English, I am focusing on caste and untouchability.

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 jargon 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's writings.

They want Vivekananda's 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.

They are writing, "Incitement to violence runs through your posts. Blood on your fingers? "

Caste Never Die

Untouchability never dies.

Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla B.A.,M.A.,M.Phil.,Ph.D(History)

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