Power reserves forest land,
wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws
people enjoy them on magic carpet
Dams Reserve water,
like lachrymal gland of eye
woes often overflow as tears.
Reserved category once lived
in gigantic palaces,
now museums preserve grand air.
Reservation,
a social discrimination,
starts silent revolution.
6th March 2017
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