– Tenzing Palyon
I read a Dalit was dragged till her skin peeled off,
But my back will find a mattress tonight.
The drunk across the street has locked his wife out.
She isn’t sure if sleep too would mock her tonight.
The glare from street lamps lays sand in their eyes.
“Get the lights, Darling. It’s your turn tonight.”
The tribal girl scrubs the floor and then sleeps on it.
The employer has told her to sleep on the bed tonight.
Stars have lined up in a pageant across the sky.
Yet many can’t afford to dream tonight.
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Tenzing is a member of the faculty of the Department of English at St. Claret Pre-University College. When not immersing himself into Dalit literature, Tenzing thinks of creative ways to teach his students. You can find Tenzing on Instagram.
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