Dam(n) Me

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…