J T Jayasingh

Rookie - 23 Points (17-10-1972 / Kanyakumari)

Dam(N) Me - Poem by J T Jayasingh

I am neither old nor young,
Neither weak nor strong,
Even I have doubts
In my pros and my cons,
True, I fed millions
Who sowed in dismay for years,
Who could turn sand into gold
Given a chance,
I was destined for this
By my white master,
But sooner or later
One day I may burst
And like Asoka’s troupe,
I may run over and slaughter
The children of God’s land,
Damn me!
Now they are fighting,
Fighting in my name,
Let me warn them one thing:
Dams may come and dams may go
But life must flow for ever…

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  • Rahul Sharma (9/27/2012 1:05:00 PM)

    Nice deed of personification sir, and the title itself is again inexplicably good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 26, 2011

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