The Ferryman And The Echo Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair

The Ferryman And The Echo

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He busy ferries people from dawn to dusk across the dreadful river
Holding fast in his tender hands the rough hard rows in such early age
To feed a dozen hungry stomachs left behind by his bereaved father.
Putting aside his school bag and leaving the much loved playmates
He rows against the mighty flow in scorching sun and pouring rain
At the end of the day when he empties his wallet and counts the collection

His desperate heart sinks fathoms down pulling along all hopes of life
Stripping off his means to live a new bridge is now built and open
People who were ferried hitherto walk along with despise for him
"Let not the girl I love be in such folk, I can't hate her", He wishes much.
Destiny plays it's cruel villainy and stages a scene he's afraid of
A glimpse of her sitting close to her bridegroom in a passing car casts
A tornado that capsizes his dreams and are swallowed down by the whirls
His hot sighs dissolved in the roar of the raging river and is heard by none
No one saw him ever after it, but the wreckage of his ferry boat and oars
His spirit lingers still in the ferry mocking at you repeating your words

Thursday, September 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
A boy who leaves his school and playmates and undertakes his father's profession as a ferryman. The new bridge affects his livelihood adversely. The girl whom he loved marries another. The despair killed him
Ramadas 23 September 2018

The bridge destroys the ferrymans's dreams of buiding a life of his own. He had a faint hope that his girl would not desert him.But when he sees his girl with her man in a passing car he is totally lost. He is an ordinary mortal who is not strong enough to make a come back and to regain the lost life. The poem is a replication of hard realities of life. A good poem indeed! !

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Parameswaran Nair (DPN) 23 September 2018

Thank you Ramadas for your encouraging comments. Read other poems too

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Ramdasji, thanks a lot. Its partly the story of one of my classmates in the 4th standard. Later when I was a college student he used to ferry me without any charge. It is people's despise that haunted me. He is not alive today

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Bharati Nayak 08 July 2022

. It is how Maguni was earning his livelihood by driving a bullock cart and when moter vehicles started rolling, he could not cope with the changing circumstances.Unable to maintain his bullocks and his family he becomes insane and ultimately dies.

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Thank you very much dear poetess. Poor folk who depend on family occupation have to struggle to make their both ends meet, especially when development take a leap. Thank you also for introducing the Odis story.

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Bharati Nayak 08 July 2022

We have a short story in Odia namely 'Magunira Sagada' (Meaning Maguni's Bullock cart) penned by famous Odia writer Godavarish Mohapatra on such a theme. .

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Bharati Nayak 08 July 2022

A touching write ----It is not only the case of a ferry boy who lost his livelihood after a new bridge came up pushing him down the depth of despair, but about how modernization affects the life of people who earn their living by traditional methods.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 03 February 2022

A very touching poem so beautifully written, expressed and presented.

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Savita Tyagi 06 February 2020

A heartwrenching story narrated with such eloquence. Sadly changing times repeat these stories again and again. Only character and places change in ever new circumstances of life.

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Thank you Savitaji. Bridges though are the milestones of our development cause privation and pain to a minority of ferry men. Who is to be blamed

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