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To be born as a Bat.. Unfortunate!
Cursed!
Despised!
Canst I be fed like a Cat?
Or sought after like a Rat?
Admired—like the Swan
Or be blessed like a Unicorn?
In the gloom of the night
When I seek solace
Or a comfortable place
Shoo-ed..by the flame of the light

Scouting for comfort..
Ah! Joy!
Hanging upside down
from the branch of the trees
Enjoying myself in the company of my tribe,
relishing the breeze

But..
Blamed! Named!
the bereaved in me they see
Blasphemously worshiped!
Or labelled symbol of disgust
What am I? Whom do I believe?

Inspired by the poem, Gabbilam {means Bat in the classical language, Telugu} by Gurram Jashuva.
The poem is basically to bring out the injustice to the Untouchables. Gurram Jashuva has poured his heart out in the original poem. Here it is: http://yemanna.wordpress.com/2010/08/16/gabbilam-i/ — you can read the original poem with Translation in English.

Filed under: Commemoration Tagged: | Bat, Gurram Jashuva