Helpless
terrified
man cleans the toilet
curled on himself.
The flies murmur in his ears
“ Friend, this broom is reserved
For the one who shits!”
For the low, service, for the dwij sweets
in the name of shriti and smriti,
in the name of religion and destiny.
For these blatant lies
No god will ever take birth
To apologize!
But this man
with wants and pain,
this hungry man
puts aside the broom
sighs deeply
yawns
lights a matchstick
and smokes a bidi.
And then shading his eyes with his hand
for a moment,
and in the smoke trails
like Karna
watches Kurukshetra unfolding!
Dwij, twice born,Brahmin
Karna, Mahabharat Hero who suffered insults as he was raised by chariot driver(Shudra) though he was abandoned son of Kunti, born when she was unmarried
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