Along With The Time- Part Ii Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
Along With The Time- Part Ii
Time was impatiently waiting for taking me with
On our way we found a river lay close to death
With a giant heavy dam on it's chest
Like a heavy stone held on a serpent's trunk
Blocking breath and sound by throat
Her tired eyes moved slowly and turned to us
and struggled to say in feeble and vague voice,
"Thinking of a spin and mighty turn to shred the weight
I have been waiting for a golden day to get.
I dreamed on the small smart streams darting towards me
Making my darling tributaries and rejuvenating me
But my heart sunk realising they were factory effluents.
They poisoned my blood and endangered my friendly species
Greedy men cruelly inflicted wounds and cuts all over
Like hungry wild dogs tear off flesh from limbs.
They filled the sore cuts with polluting stuffs
My banks of sand bed turned to bed of mud and wastes.
The emitting bad smell distracts living beings
No birds fly over me, no wind comes this way.
Its only decades ago the spring last passed by
I am sorry, I can't give you at least a glass of water
To drink and relieve from thirst and the hot sun
I am too tired to think of hospitality and charities.
Kindly do a favour to this dying darling of nature
Please wet my dry lips and hot throat
With a drop of pure water"
Brilliant versification. Compresses a wealth of meaning. It makes us stop a while and join the river's lament.
Thank you Leela. Rhetorics on preservation of environmental serenity are of no use, sincere efforts are the remedy
This poem makes us aware of how dangerous the pollutions are. And it gives us a warning that if we ruin nature, nature will eventually destroy us.
A heart touching expression on pollution and nature has been made astutely. We are not getting pure water to drink or pure air to inhale. Here I cite.....Kindly do a favour to this dying darling of nature Please wet my dry lips and hot throat/ With a drop of pure water Thank you dear Nair for sharing this gem.10
Thank you great brother. Rivers are a source of energy and inspiration Their peaceful nature and beauty attracts everyone. They are really the cradle of civilisation. They are the source of pure drinking water. They are the link of distant places. Yet people do not give the due importance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Greedy men cruelly inflicted wounds and cuts all over Like hungry wild dogs tear off flesh from limbs. They filled the sore cuts with polluting stuffs My banks of sand bed turned to bed of mud and wastes. with a drop of pure water please wet my lips. my dear poet you are great. thank u dear. tony
Thank Dr. Tony for the appreciating comments. I fear, a day will come even the rivers carrying pure water will have to beg for a drop of pure water to wet the dry throat if man continues greedy exploitaion of natural resources