Treasure Island

Vadakkumpurath Ramesan


THE DEMON DAM


The caravan was moving
With throbbing hearts
The exodus commenced on ultimatum
That sounded like a death-knell
Asking them to leave the hamlet
They were born, lived and dined
Where they spent their childhood,
Their adolescence, youth
And the old age frailties
That nurture and nurse the day
With color and gandeur
To their life with the hamlet!
They turned back for a look
A look at the hamlet finally
The last look on the hamlet
That's to be merged and melted
In the depth of the dam
The clutches of which was vaulting
Around the hamlet as a demon
Opening the mouth to swallow
The greenery with the singing birds
The hutments from where
The smiles, giggles, shouts
Emanate round the clock
The music and dancing steps
Vanished and vanquished
With the weeping caravan
Of the lost souls whose life
Not lost but destined to live
Like a corpse breathing
Walking and sleeping in sombre
Destined to brood over
The lost hamlet that died
At the cold bottom of the dam
That perished and smashed the dreams!

Submitted: Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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