The caste system is undying, imperishable
Blessed with immortality and a rare sheen
Cast as it was aeons ago
Not in copper but stainless steel
The edges are being honed
Getting sharper with age
Causing a bruise or a cut occasionally
Tormenting multitudes in its cage
Those fortunate to be born high
Enjoy the cold, steely shine
Which screams from rooftops
Your status is lower than mine
The razor sharp rays on steel
Reflect with magnified intensity
Blinding one and all in its grasp
Daring to question its rigidity
Creating a mirage of orderliness
History and golden heritage
While the vultures swoop down
To devour the morsels from its garbage
Subir Chakraborty / 24th March 2018
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Yes Subir, It’s really a curse – the caste system! No sense in continuing in this age except for the political vultures’ gain! It’s still a mystery and agony that why the mass is not awakening despite being suppressed for ages!!
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