Saturday, 13 November 2021

Untouchable is death, and death is untouchable... Is anyone brave enough to approach the untouchable?

You can’t touch me because I am untouchable.

You can’t see me when you wake up in the morning.

So that you made me unseeable.

You made me clean my feet of dust while walking in your street with my broom, which you tied to my neck.

You made me serve you for thousands of years.

How can I describe my human condition at your hands?

Are there any words to explain my human status in your hands?

But still, the Nobel Committee is awarding you Nobel Prizes.

The West has appointed you as Vice President of the United States or as a NASA scientist.

In the West, you hold political, academic, and scientific positions.

Even though you are a criminal.

You hold high positions in UNO.

In global organizations, you are held in high regard.

Despite the fact that you are a criminal, you are held in high regard in India and the West.

They don't want to know the truth.

They want only magic, Brahmins, and yoga. Meditation, beauty, Bollywood

They become your agents.

They crushed the social reality of India like

They crushed the human condition of the Yazidis.

You see, tens of millions of people migrated from Asia and Islamic nations.

Who are they?

What is the percentage of Yazidis and their tormentors?

Yazidies are nowhere in the data.

Similarly to the Untouchables in the West,

Tens of millions of their tormentors are living in the west.

Just like tens of millions of my tormentors living in white western societies,

Have you ever voiced for the Untouchables or Yazidies?

Yes, you can’t touch an electric wire because it kills you.

You can’t touch the sun because it kills you.

You can’t touch death

Untouchable is an electrical wire.

The sun is untouchable.

Untouchable is death and

Death is untouchable and

Untouchable is death....Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla the "Untouchable Spring"

You can’t touch me because I am untouchable.

You can’t see me when you wake up in the morning.

So that you made me unseeable.

You made me clean my feet of dust while walking in your street with my broom, which you tied to my neck.

You made me serve you for thousands of years.

How can I describe my human condition at your hands?

Are there any words to explain my human status in your hands?

But still, the Nobel Committee is awarding you Nobel Prizes.

The West has appointed you as Vice President of the United States or as a NASA scientist.

In the West, you hold political, academic, and scientific positions.

Even though you are a criminal.

You hold high positions in UNO.

In global organizations, you are held in high regard.

Despite the fact that you are a criminal, you are held in high regard in India and the West.

They don't want to know the truth.

They want only magic, Brahmins, and yoga. Meditation, beauty, Bollywood

They become your agents.

They crushed the social reality of India like

They crushed the human condition of the Yazidis.

You see, tens of millions of people migrated from Asia and Islamic nations.

Who are they?

What is the percentage of Yazidis and their tormentors?

Yazidies are nowhere in the data.

Similarly to the Untouchables in the West,

Tens of millions of their tormentors are living in the west.

Just like tens of millions of my tormentors living in white western societies,

Have you ever voiced for the Untouchables or Yazidies?

Yes, you can’t touch an electric wire because it kills you.

You can’t touch the sun because it kills you.

You can’t touch death.

Untouchable is an electrical wire.

The sun is untouchable.

Untouchable is

Death is untouchable and

Untouchable is death...Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla the "Untouchable Spring"

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

Blog: DALIT ACADEMIC MAFIA

Blog: TIGRAY GENOCIDE IN ETHIOPIA (dejazamtchnegussebezabih.blogspot.com),

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Author of unpublished autobiography:

"Why I Am Not Indian: The Untouchable Rejecting India's Citizenship"

Published poems by Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla at My poetic side


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