That Poor Dalit Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I saw her smiling
In the hamlet
Playing with dust,
Under the sun
Unmindful of
What she had,
What had not,
Playing with dust
Under the strong sun
That poor girl,
Poor Dalit girl
Into the hamlet,
Hamlet home
And the courtyard
All around the place,
The open space adjacent to it
That Dalit girl,
Poor Dalit girl
Half-fed,
Half-fed and half-clothed,
The child,
Child of poverty
Smiling,
Smiling sweetly.