Reservation Poem by Ajit Das

This hue and cry
over a simple term!
Eulogized and maligned,
it vertically divides
the spectrum of reaction.

What it really means?
Retaining something
to be allocated in future,
the criteria being
a tattoo of birth-mark!

Then, what about merit?
Is it only peripheral,
devoid of any virtue
to light up the dark
towards excellence in life?

A labyrinthine impasse!
Ever thought what it is
to come into this world?
You, too, filled a vacancy,
kept apart for you!

Another has been created
in the world beyond
for your future claim,
after you depart
at the end of this sojourn!