'I am a Chandalini,
An acchuta kanya,
An untouchable girl,
Will you take water
From my hands? ',
Came it the answer.
'A taxidermist caste girl,
An acchuta kanya,
Will you,
Will you? ',
Asked she
With curiosity.
I heard her,
But could not say,
Just went on,
Went on seeing her face,
An acchuta kanya,
An acchuta...
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