Monday, January 15, 2007

Honoris causa

The rich and learned
Found a place
To put an university!
That ate the land
Of the villagers around -
Those who farmed and lived.
They poor and unread
Were forced to quarry
The nearby Stone hill
So learned
For it stood and fed
The villagers around.

On many a day
A dynamite
That exploded late
Meant a death
Or an eye or a body
Lost to the hills.
On many a day
That blared all day
Meant the Ph.D.
Of a minister
Lusting for honour.
The unread and poor
With eyes and body
Pay the hills.
The learned and rich
How and whom
Do they pay?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Really Great! A sumbtuous thought!