The Museum Of Dead Merit Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Quota Bill opened a culture of subsides and freebies
Right from the Constitution to the ballet boxes
And they say we want more and more, for free.
Armies of free loaders come running,
I am backward, I am backward; I want free quotas.
Don't see me merit or capabilities;
All the catalogues, files and budgets are for them.
Vote hungry politicians have pawn the nation.
People crying, falling endlessly and disgraced
And when all the merit is eaten by the quotas,
Heart of the merit is pawned for fifty rupees.
Close up the quota warrior; cry a soul with merit;
Laughs all the quota falcons and calls their venture;
THE MUSEUM OF DEAD MERIT.