the
falling apple of Newton
had
first led me to think to eat it.
while
learning a lesson of social science,
the
glass-houses on the harijan ashram road
had
first led me to think
to
throw a stone upon them.
while
suppressing the thirst in the school recess,
the
public water-pot at the padar of the village
had
first led me to think
to
piss into them
like
a dog raising his hind-leg.
while
suffixing or prefixing with my name the initials s.c. or b.c.
the
roll-call had first led me to think
of
a new alphabet.
a
fox went to a city---
accidentally
fell into the dyer’s tankful of indigo --
seeing
himself coloured and overenjoyed ---
started feeling like the king of jungle—
got
lesson when decoloured—
rather
than making stories with multiple meanings
from
such points of homework
the last
thought that I have is :
how blissful
to remain illiterate
rather
than becoming conscious of humiliation, hatred and oppression
and
be helpless impotent all life !
had
I been illiterate,
i
could have struck a blow on the unjust head with my aadi ,
the
big babul-logi carry the dead cattle with
or
could have swallowed the discrimination
with
a juicy peg of mahuwa flowers.
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