Into a broom, into a bucket of excrement…transformed..I
Telugu Original : Jupaka Subhadra
Because of the crime of my birth on this soil
Because of the bad luck written on my forehead
I am the childhood
That is pulling a cart of garbage
I am the barren land where
The seeds of education cannot be sown
I am the personification of sorrow
Of an agricultural coolee’
I am the slave of a born slave
I am the sari that struck on
The thorns of draught
I am the creature that has deep rooted relation
With the soil
I live in spitting and in the filth
I lay on a torn cot and wrap
A sewerage canal on me
When the city in slumber at midnight
I metamorphose into a broom and a carrier of dirt
My life and prestige melts in the air merges on dirty roads
My slavery life does not cost of a small salt-stone
My caste lifts the faeces carries on head
I am the bucket of faeces
Hegemony of our own male
The wretched poverty
That made me to run into filth and faeces
The eternal miseries tied to me
When the moonlights banished me
I am the no-moon night
I am the burning wicks on earthen lamps
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