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I have just landed on the 7th poem marked serially. And I have goosebumps! The kind of power sowed and reaped in the words here:
"I am the sapling of the tree of an ointment invented by my ancestors to cure the eternal wound of caste in this country. Water me with compassion and forgiveness of your womanhood, and kill the caste inside you. Let us grow together."
— Aug 02, 2026 11:51PM
"I am the sapling of the tree of an ointment invented by my ancestors to cure the eternal wound of caste in this country. Water me with compassion and forgiveness of your womanhood, and kill the caste inside you. Let us grow together."
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I am finding it so hard to move past the grip each word, on each page is having.
when a dalit woman concieves, she doesn't merely give birth to sons or daughters, she begets hope and, atoms those one day, brick by brick, blast the cruel tower of caste
— Aug 03, 2026 12:16AM
when a dalit woman concieves, she doesn't merely give birth to sons or daughters, she begets hope and, atoms those one day, brick by brick, blast the cruel tower of caste