A Demon, Reservation

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.