O Constitution of India,

O Universal Declaration of Human Rights,

O Article Fifteen!

You rose like a vow at dawn.

Inked with Justice,

You promised to heal the age-old caste.

Yet the ink trembled

In vertical castes.

The vow was spoken aloud.

But silence lingered

In Judiciary,

In Justice,

In streets,

In homes,

In villages,

In towns,

In cities,

In metropolitan,

In capital cities,

In state,

In non-state,

In names whispered with fear.

You said

No discrimination

Based on religion, race, caste, sex, or

Place of birth.

You said my birth would no longer determine my death.

Yet I still live in my untouchable ghetto.

My breath is confined.

My shadow is criminalised.

I can't step beyond my Pariah space.

The air outside reject my lungs.

Where is your protection, Article 15?

You promised,

No citizen shall face discrimination,

But they kill me for touching water,

For sitting where my spine dared to rest,

For wearing white cloth,

For walking in shoes across their sacred dust.

You declared

I am safe under your Article Fifteen.

But I am primed for death.

And marked for death.

And born for death.

As evidence of

Everyday,

Every moment,

Every breath,

Persecution,

Atrocities,

Untouchability,

Caste,

Culture,

Sanatan,

Sharia,

Indra Meghwal murder,

Hathras gangrape and murder,

Killing of Jitendra,

Ariyalur gangrape and butchery,

Gangrape of Suman Balai,

Dulina lynching,

Miryalaguda Pranay honour killing,

Kanchikacherla Kotesu honour killing,

Karamchedu massacre,

Kilvenmani massacre,

Villupuram massacre,

Ramnad massacre,

Dehuli massacre,

Neerukonda massacre,

Tsundur massacre,

Bathani Thola massacre,

Melavalavu massacre,

Laxmanpur Bathe massacre,

Ramabai massacre,

Kambalapalli massacre,

Khairlanji massacre,

Ahmednagar massacre,

Dangawas massacre,

Cheris,

Mala Pallis,

Chamar tolas,

Dalit colonies,

SC colonies,

Madiga Gudems,

Untouchable spaces,

Social restrictions,

Agraharas,

Massacres for touching water,

Killings for fun,

Honour killings,

Burning alive,

Maiming for life,

Social boycotts,

Breathless Threats,

Intimidation,

Naming,

Mockery,

Bullying,

Humiliation,

Open discrimination,

Purity impurities,

Caste,

Untouchability,

Lynching,

Stoning,

Walls,

Moral policing,

Scavenging,

Forced slavery,

Forced labour,

Bonded labour,

Dismembering,

Two hundred fifty

Million Dalits live

Outside of your spaces,

Exclusion,

Expulsion,

Rejection,

Reduction,

Excommunication,

Subhuman status,

Forcing to drink urine,

Forcing to eat human excreta,

Whatnot?

They punish

For touching their water,

For walking in their spaces,

For sitting in front of them,

For wearing footwear in front of them,

For spreading my hands,

For not folding them low enough,

For refusing to work in their fields,

For talking to their daughters,

For loving their daughters,

For marrying their daughters,

For learning,

For reading,

For writing,

For listening,

For speaking,

For freedom,

For fairness,

For equality,

For life,

For love,

For liberty,

For light,

For democracy,

For civil liberties,

For human rights,

For the constitution,

For article fifteen,

For Ambedkar,

For reservations,

For speaking the truth,

For letting my shadow fall

Where theirs tremble.

Unspeakable crimes bloom

On my Pariah skin.

Where is your shield, Article 15?

You proclaimed

Access to shops,

To restaurants and hotels,

To wells and tanks,

To bathing ghats and roads,

To places meant for the public,

To spaces built with state funds,

To dignity meant for all.

But I was barred.

I was forbidden.

Locked out.

Driven back into blood.

Where is your promise?

O Article 15,

You spoke of protection against

Caste-based genocide and against

Untouchability-based genocide,

Yet my life remains an exile

Within my own country.

O UDHR,

O Constitution of India,

O Article Fifteen,

Jews

in Europe,

In the West,

In UNO,

In MENA,

And

Me

in your spaces

Born victims of

Your Social ostracisation

That engineered my twin's

Victimhood.

How do I still live in a Pariah ghetto

Even in the 21st century, on January 26, 2026?

How do I still live outside of your Indian city

Even in the 21st century, on January 26, 2026?

How do I still live outside of your spaces

Even in this 21st century, on January 26, 2026?

How do I still search for a safe haven

Where caste and untouchability disappear?

O Article Fifteen,

You stood firm,

As a sentinel of equality,

As no caste, no creed,

No sex, no bias,

No birthmark of division

Shall decide a human's worth.

But still, the caste remembered

What the law tried to obliterate.

Freedom arrived at midnight.

But I remained a walking dead

Through centuries of shadows of caste.

O Sanatan Sharia feudal minds,

Your promise is not a safe haven for my skin.

Each January dawn asks again:

Will my Pariah skin be born to serve your caste order

Even in the 21st century, on January 26?

Or rise to become scavengers, prey for your Sanatan Dharma?

O Article 15,

Are you law

Or just polished words

Of the Constitution and the UNDH?