a poem by Meena Nanda

No where on earth for reservation they stood
They were hit hard for power at play
They massed up as said for good
They have no work to show and say

Great people do great things
And they are dividing to win
Through the sinful streets of politics
They will be known for low tricks

Sweetheart though your heart and brain were working high
But better you stitch shoe and don’t ask why
Or fulfill your dreams there the nation abroad
Where serving will get you award.