“Clay cries out to the potter, ‘Why quash me with your feet?/A day will come when I shall trample you beneath!’ ”
Kabir’s couplets have travelled great distances from their original contexts. Over 500 odd years,
several Kabirs have been grafted on to the persona of the low-caste weaver from somewhere near Benaras.
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Jul 05