Dalit Literature, How Long Will It Remain Dalit?

Dalit Literature, I deplore it That the non-Dalits are writing, Putting it to word And with it, May I ask, What can they do For the Dalits Already poor and needy, Hand to mouth too not, Drinking wine To kill hunger and poverty And for dreaming romantically, But when intoxication gets over, They see the things lying really, Bare and nude? The fire of hunger who to extinguish it, The fire of the belly, The hungry stomach Takes it no the load of wine, That too country liquor, Third-class Indian wine Made from molasses, mahua buds Or rotten and stale rice, Lying joblessly And unemployed, Working day and night Without any food, Living on stale food And left-overs, Oh, how to sustain, How to survive?