Who am I?

Who am I, my identity is lost,
With the society, I am cross.
If I try to mix up with people, who they say are majority,
I am called a chinki and left, aloof, lonely.

I am discrimated, I am beaten up,
The society’s chains have strangled me.
After meeting me, people bathe with cow dung, (gobar)
Shudra, untouchable, they call me.

People of India, why discriminate?
Why create a class?
When you can live united,
And spread equality amss.