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Caste Away

Confused since I'm born, we all look the same
Breathe the same air, the food we eat is same

Then why differentiate and cause such chaos
At our own hands, we're nailed to the cross

I dream of an India where each kid is born free 
Free from the shackles snapped by such decree 

The day we get united, The day we stop fighting
That golden day we'll see the dawn of India Shining 



The trigger to start writing a post on such a sensitive topic came from a series of incidents that I have witnessed over a long period of time. Each time I come across any incident related to caste based discrimination, I just wonder if God has spent so much time in marking a difference in all of his creations. For Him, every living being on Earth is the same. When the Almighty himself sees his creations as one, why have we divided them into thousands of groups?? Each time I witness any such incident, the sense of anger in me grows by hundred folds. And here I am, to vent out all my anger.

Going to back to our history, there are two aspects that are solely responsible for the division among people in India. One is the occupation they do and the other is the color of their skin. The occupations range from temple priests to scavengers.

To be continued....

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