Bruised, but not Broken (poems)

-Challapalli Swarooparani 

6. Untouchable Assault

This is ‘untouchable Sunitha’ speaking:
From long ago ―
Forgotten by you all
In this country, just as there is ―
untouchable hunger
untouchable exploitation,
untouchable suicides
untouchable rape too exists.

I swear by my love for Yogeswar Reddy
That mine is certainly an
Untouchable suicide…!
Otherwise I too would have
spluttered on the dining tables of parliament,
A freshly flavoured tandoori something
Instead of being buried in newsprint!

Since education, love, marriage
All carry the
colour, flavour and taste of caste
our Nirmala’s death the other day
was pronounced a ‘natural death’.

The other day, as the child Chanti
learnt her alphabets in school
Apprehensive that her low-caste eyes
might glow, enlightened
The teacher demanded then
her Guru-dakshina.

As for the low-born nurses in hospitals ―
who serve all night ―
Compassionate, as they
tend cancerous tumours ―
They spare her no praise
She is no ‘Florence Nightingale’ to them
Rather, their words
Like cancer cells
Eat their way into sisterly hearts.

Here, occasionally
For loss of honour and life
We are paid compensation.

Strange that even after we’re murdered
No respect for us, not even a fistful
Only piercing invectives:
“Who asked them to flirt?”
“Who asked them to die?”
They torment our conscience
And kill us
Once again.

Now tell me, in this country
Are there
Or are there not
Untouchable murders and rapes?

[In memory of Sunitha]

(Telugu: “Antarani Atyaacharam”, translated by T.S. Chandra Mouli and published in Mankenapoovu, an anthology of poems by the author, 2005.)

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(To be continued-)

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