Reservation Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Reservation



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

Monday, March 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: reservation
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