One day, I went to a cyber café,
To fill a form to get admission to a school.
I asked the café owner,
"What are my category and caste?
The form has a column about these.
All the applicant in the café,
Have their caste credentials,
Issued by the racist system.
I don't know my caste and category.
My poor father listens to all this conversation,
"Beta, if you don't have any certificate,
From this racist system, nor we know;
About our caste and category.
It must be ‘upper caste, '
And ‘general category."
Listening to this,
The café owner took a long sigh,
And muttered,
"Admission not possible,
Go back to your village,
And plough your fields."
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