Bruised, but not Broken (poems)

-Challapalli Swarooparani 

32. De la Justice

He is the low-born Karna*
Of a discarded colony
He is talkative
He breathes out
The camphor’s stink
Of un lawful courts.

You’re the masters of knack
You know how to kill
Without bloodshed
He was hounded.

Could anyone tell me why the new judge
Got his chair cleaned with the ‘holy’ water of the Ganga?

Your honour!
By your grace all villages have turned into prisons
And devour our questions
For full twenty years:
‘No one murdered the Dalits!’
‘Rohith’s death is personal!’

You slept on martyrs’ memorials
You chased a mother
Till she exhausted her tears.

Your stale judgements
Stopped with dust
The ears of the Pariah colony.

See, the goddess of law is not that
Mythical Kunthi Devi of the Mahabharata
Who, at last, wept
Over the corpse of
Her illegitimate son Karna!

* Justice Karnan, the high court judge in Chennai

(Telugu: “Sikshamriti”, translated by N. R.Tapaswi and published in Bheem Bhoomi Monthly, December, 2017.)

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(To be continued-)

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