Faint from fever and thirst,
As though from hunger may he burst.
For food and water repeatedly he knocked,
But for him, every door was locked.
Every door slammed shut in his face,
The society shunned him because of his race.
Not from the shackles of discrimination was he freed,
None accepted him because of his creed.
The horrors of exploitation left the world aghast,
Punished he was because of his caste.
The emotions he felt had to hide,
The fear the shame and the anger that burnt inside.
Never was his plight told in any tale or fable,
Never did anyone ask about the untouchable.
~ Tanvi Jain, Delhi Public School, Noida
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