Bruised, but not Broken (poems)

-Challapalli Swarooparani 

5. Explosion

Though every cell craves for sanctity of a filled pot
incessant blasts only embrace me.
My only desire to live like a pure, new born person
innocently like a faint green sprout ―
the concrete diplomacy that piled up around freezes it by the day.

To declare I am a ‘human being’ had to cross how many calamities!
To prove that I too have blood circulation
had to antagonise how many affiliations of ages!

For a little peace of mind even as many wars are waged
struggle alone remains as my address.
Once it is proved ―
a fistful of propriety, a bit of faith are mere mirages in the world.

I voluntarily acquired the armed conflict as an essential commodity
swallowing it in small portions every day.

(Telugu: “Visphotana”, translated by T.S. Chandra Mouli and published in Mankenapoovu, an anthology of poems by the author, 2005.)



(To be continued-)

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