Losing The Names - Triplets Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
Losing The Names - Triplets
Rain floods river
River joins sea
Rain and river lose own names
Beggar begs and earn
Saving makes him lord
Loses his bad name 'beggar'
Hunger turns him mad
Poor boy steals bread
Earns a name 'thief'
My house is a hut
We share in it love
We call it our sweet home
The sun brings dawn
The sun leaves dusk
The gap between the two is day
Dawn! ! Love in the hut. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you Valsa George. Your words of encouragement fills my heart.
I enjoyed the first half of the poem where you have described how names are lost dramatically.
Thank you Prabha. We are identified in so many ways. Sometimes our identity is lost to a new one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/6/2025 4:35:03 AM # 1.0.0
Poor boy steals bread and earns a name 'thief'......spotlight is put on one of the burning social issues!