A Demon, Reservation

Poem By Mohammad Akmal Nazir

Gathered in the scorching sun
Wet with perspiration
Throats are dried up due to the stress of raising slogans
They are demanding reservation for their people
Their leaders are crying hoarse in their favour or
To get themselves in the lime-light
The demon of reservation is eating up
The country like white ants
Reservation is the bier of ability and skill
It brings inferiority among the deserved
For the share of their fortune is transferred
To the undeserved
It kills the instinct of competition
Reservation is not a fair step in the way of
The upliftment of downtrodden
or underprivileged
Our motto must be
'Liberty, equality, and fraternity'
We should provide equal opportunity of development
To all without any distinction.

Comments about A Demon, Reservation

What a beautiful poem
Fascinating diatribe against 'reservation' which is unfamiliar to me; yet as you have depicted it here, seems indeed an evil for the society. In a sense all men are created equal, and yet wealth and the lack thereof makes them greatly unequal. Equal opportunity IS desirable, but sometimes seems rather idealistic. This seems a good tribute to that cause. I love how it begins, depicting the scene so well.
Very well written. With the present state of affairs it can be applied universally.

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