Tallest of all the Babas,
Baba Ambedkar,
created and nourished like an
amoeba;
a new-fangled ‘varna'; ‘Quota
Fakir'.
Can be seen crying for quotas,
all over the country.
Mushrooming in the weak
democracies,
election season is most fertile,
particularly,
to sow, to sprout and to grow quota berries.
Born in powerful clans, but grab
and snatch freebies,
for the downtrodden and poor,
meant.
Possessive and powerful with a
plethora of prosperities,
and surplus to partying, consume
and eat.
Hurrying the luxuries under their
feet,
attired in branded clothes, but
always cry fake exploitation.
Settled, blissfully with fortune;
without any toil, work and merit;
in happy solitude and opulent
elation.
Given the pain and sleepless
nights by laws rotten,
all move away from their eyes and
ears due to fear;
holds firmly the reins of the
system,
The mass swags underneath their
tied-over shackle.
High time, stop this loot greedy,
This neo-rich have their own
atrocious class,
Must act to banish the woes of
needy,
We don't forget the cries and
writhes of mass.
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