Kitt's Silence

You slapped me hard

on my two tender cheeks

with your fattened fingers

without caring to check the facts

I could not defend myself

for you are an adult fully empowered

and I am only a nine year old;

a bony fragment of weak humanity

Your are the Master- in- law of the estate

and I am only an orphan abandoned

waiting to be thrown some pieces of bread

by your conceited merciful hands

I could not reply to your accusations

I could not retaliate; for I am a “dalit”*

 I received the bloodied red lines on my face

No tears flew down my anemic cheeks

I had stiffened my skeleton

turned it hard like a volcanic rock

But my heart cried of the tearing pain

And my tears flowed down to my guts

The gift of your fingers on my cheeks

will disappear in some hours

but the dent on my heart will remain for ever

reminding me of your unjust assault

One day, the little devil of your family

will suffer and make you suffer

for all the acts of injustice on angels

For me, the eternally just Karma will retaliate

Till then, grow in your inequities

Gather the tears and sighs of the innocent

Your jar will be soon filled to its brim

Then, hubris will batter it into thousand pieces.

*dalit= oppressed low class in the Hindu society

By Xavier Bage

Fri,  Oct 2, 2015