Bhagiratha’s Bounty and Other poems-15

English Translation: T.S. Chandra Mouli

Telugu Original : Kandukuri Sreeramulu 


Whenever I visit Machilipatnam
I am happy.

I wear headscarf and sweater
as it is chill here
even before dawn
It is humid there.

Whenever I go to Machilipatnam
I move happily
due to its proximity to the sea.
Briny sea breeze
fills lungs with dampness
rendering me breathless.

Whenever I travel to Machilipatnam
I go happily
as my better half works there
on official posting,
and also one can see
green paddy fields in evening breeze
at a short distance.

The home I crawled as infant
the place I played in childhood,
people who dared Razakars
poets who declared
no room for old foxes to rule
an area where fodder for cattle is unavailable
in a village where man finds not a morsel nor gruel
live my parents who shaped and nurtured me—
as I remember all
a nauseating feeling overwhelms.

Parents in this part
wife and children there
my residence and rest in City
I am in a village with a job—
not as fusion of four faces of Brahma,
We are like four sides that can’t meet.

Though no fields or orchards here
necessarily I should go
to my place on some pretext
by car, bus, lorry or three wheeler auto.

Whenever seen or heard
called or breathed
fills life in lungs
my place!


(To be continued-)

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