Poet – Namita Unnmuktaa
What if, the society is not divided on the shadow lines of caste or community?
Have I dreamt of a Utopian society, More died talking of?
Am I to die too, asking for reservations?
Who will reserve my body in the land reserved to me?
Reserve my ashes too; they are, a women’s, too worldly for the world outside.
Reserve my body too for that what is not reserved. For I belong to it.