Why Do I Dream In Words? Poem by J T Jayasingh

Why do I dream in words
In which our farmers
In their duty mood
Didn’t name their fruits
And curse the sucking bucks?
Why I dream in words
In which my mom didn’t ask
Me to suck her milk
And lull me to sleep?

Why I dream in words
In which even Kannaki
Didn’t cry in deep agony
And took her oath?


The words I lived
And played and dreamt,
The words instilled in my blood
By my dark fore fathers
But still sleep in me dormant.

Then why I dream in words
Which later intruded into
My unguarded mind
Like a high-tech city girl?

I know, after all, they’re words
Which have life;
Black or white or brown
They are words of men,
Living and moving.
I dream and I’ll dream
From words East and West…