Brahmin: A Cursed Race Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Ah! My darling, it has taken aeons;
To formulate my moans, my tears of blood;
To astonish the world of my true knowledge,
I had to bear assaults and atrocious troubles.

My simplicity and truthfulness annoyed the ignorant, ill-bred,
And they crafted more barriers in my modes.
Apathy of my adored masses towards me,
Awarded my antagonists finger to rib me.

I wish I lived in burning barren region.
In seclusion, and like Sita grieve my fate.
That was also disallowed, I was thrown,
To the sharks to eat me at my day and night.
My sin was to assert my love to my people and land;
My feeble condition only deceived me, to have sinned.