The Dalit Priestess of My Heart

a poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When I see nobody as to light
The incense sticks and the lamp
In my room for worship
I ask the Dalit girl working
As the maid
To light the lamp and the sticks
What in her lighting
If she does it so soulfully
After taking a bath
Sometimes time gets important
Sometimes situations compel one
And what is more important is bhakti
Sometimes the call of the duty demands it so