Untouchable (A Poem By Gyanu BK)

-Gyanu BK

Every 28^th of each month

we become untouchable

And made an atheist

Beyond our choice.

White clothes become our enemy.

Red clothes become our Best friend-

Helping us to protect our dignity,

Giving us license to go out.

We smell extraordinarily unique,

Nothing can beat this smell,

Not even the narcotics,

WOMEN!!! Be proud of it.

The day of Home partition

like the partition of India

Into India and Pakistan in 1947.

All on one side

ME on the other.

Every month we are rejected,

Every month we are dejected,

Every month we are isolated,

Every month we are considered impure

Yes, every month…!!!

They treat us like never before,

Grand welcome,

Feel like we are from

Another world,

28^th of each month,

We are aliens.

Today Is the day.

Day to traverse,

Traverse the frontier

Of superstitious beliefs.

Cows, buffalo, goats

are our companion,

More kind than humans

Sharing the same roof

With the Odour of their poop.

Pad more red than red,

Symbolizes our purity,

The more red the pad,

The more we are pure.

YES!! YES!! YES!!

We are proud of our REDNESS!!

Of our RED DAYS!!

Of our B-L-O-O-D

Purest form of liquid.