Sushant Kumar B.K.
No land, I have,
I’m a Dalit*, a rain-habitant
As I plough other’s soil
And make it fruitful with my toil
Therefore my arms are strong.
No mansion, I have,
But a door-less old hut
With a plethora of massive holes
Through which
At night I can see the sky
This shades my house
The moon, which lights my night
And the stars, which knit my dreams
On the day, the sun beats upon my head,
But these phenomena
Makes my mind and senses
As open as door-less door
And
As bright as the day sun
To pen a lively poetry.
No garden, I have,
But I work
As a gardener, then,
My vision is obvious
My knowledge is full
My pursuit of truth becomes complete
Like senseless lifetime of Adam and Eve vanishes
And an enlightened soul sprouts
More than names:
A Dalit,
A rain-habitant,
A gardener,
One has yet to understand.
Now, there’s no longer difference
Between nature and me.
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**Dalits: the members of the lowest social group in the Hindu caste system who are also known as “untouchables
[Sushant Kumar B.K. is a Nepalese poet and freelance writer who resides in Gulariya, Bardiya, Nepal. He has MA degrees in English Literature and Political Science from Tribhuvan University, Kathmandu, Nepal. He writes poems in English and Nepali language. He has attended writing workshop jointly organized by Fulbright Nepal and Definitive Initiatives, Kathmandu,Nepal. His poem “An Age of Paradox” has been published in An International Anthology, Pandemic Poetry 2020, and his poems are featured in The Kathmandu Post, The Himalayan Times, The Gorkha Times, My Republica, Indian Periodical, Grey Thoughts, Borderless Journal, Williwash WordPress Seto Pati, Sahityapost, Shabdasopan, and Firewords daily. Recently, his poem “An Abstract Era” has been accepted by The Piker Press, USA. He can be contacted at bksushant26@gmail.com.]