The Musahars Of The Musaharah Tilha I Think Of Their Poverty And Misery Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Musahars
And their Musahara Tilha,
I think of
Their poverty and misery,
Living below the poverty line,
Always in search of firewood,
Going for a rat catch
And so on,
Those poor people of
The mud houses,
Tattered and torn,
Straw-thatched and roofless partially.

Even though I a Brahmin
I never appreciated those things of my class
While viewing them
As a small child,
The Musahars
Of the Musahara Tilha
Human beings just like us,
They can be poor,
But not all inhuman,
Full of so much love and kindness.