Untouchability Poem by Abdul Wahab

Untouchability

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Drizzling dusk, I sit with lightening evening
at my dim lit room, I can not see from the front
all the things flashing back from behind, funny
are the things! An emotion wrapped up with
reason coming up from the lower part of the
stomach of me, a smile on the face, foolishness,
but body is feeling a queer nausea, how a touch
of a man makes unholy another one! Things are
here funnier! That man one day on the table discussed
some wonderful philosophy, he defined magnificently
dialectic materialism with patriotic affinity and affirmed
firmly ‘ I believe in humanism and in one humanity ‘
I see in his fingers, five rings in numbers though he
cursed me to believe in the things non-matter but he
refused to take with me a cup of tea, more dark
descended around me as I on the bright light of
Sunday morning see hypocrisy! Hypocrisy!
On the pages of matrimonial all the young
demand bride of their own caste, I shall not touch any
book of poetry till the death of Untouchability, let all
the poems get dust as they continue to dropp the trust
to the sea, No more I can bear with this lie, really,
really man is from the monkey!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shahzia Batool 14 October 2012

The death of Untouchability is the need of the hour!

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 08 October 2012

Many social issues are discussed here from homosexuality to the untouchable! the last line is very effective! Nice to read an useful poem!

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