The Last Will of a Dalit Poet

 Original Text of Poem 

Jayant Parmar

He was born in 1954 in Ahmedabad

Grew up in Muslim inhabited area coz of which he grew interest for Urdu language

His Urdu poetry is largely infused with highly suggested imaginery, conjours up multiple meaning but focus on human pedacament through his personal pain and anguish

He through his poems has tried to explore multiple dimensional perspective of the various aspects of human life with all its complexities.


The Last Will of a Dalit Poet

 A Dalit Poet
Leaves several things behind
A paper dripping wet with blood
A black sun 
On the night’s head,
 A river of blood, 
A lantern of his ancestors

He never assults you with 
Symbols 
Metaphors
Or personalities
A heavy burden on a donkey’s back 
He himself a wounded shadow
He has no existence 

There is little difference
Between him and a broken cup 
He, who makes images of cow dung
Has at least the sense to know
That in the hour glass,
In the smell of exiled earth,
In the sunflowers of rebellions,
In the spear of the pen and the ink 
Art lives forever 

But now, 
He is looking for his existence
He is looking for himself
He is proud to call himself
A Dalit Poet 

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