Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

30. Tempest of Time

If there is any fear now,
it’s not of death, but of life.

People’s stupidity, cruelty, inhumanity
are turning into death caverns
Hunger is multiplying each minute
like the cell division in the human body.
Death in parturition, in addiction!
Hiding the reality, lurking behind smiles,
death is trying to engulf you!

Intrigue is converting pleasure cries
to screams of peacocks,
hanging them from the silent dark night.
Saying the gleam of gold causes excitement,
yet renders the world a place of death!
Sounding the silent drums of death

The magic hidden in rocks
is similar to a graveyard
It is raising terrible flames of truth.
Flying air bubbles up,
dropping them as embers,
hiding swords on the pinnacle of thought,
carrying to the margins of stars,
it pronounced some words it seems.
The illusion that femininity is the world
has to be done away with;
the corruption of men has to be seen.
Senescence has to learn valour,
the oceanic conflagration has to rage.
Death… death… death…
now death is carving its name everywhere!
It could be of heart attack, kidney failure,
dreadful cancer or brain-dead.
Danger bells keep appearing from either side
Now, death is not frightening anymore;
all the fear is about the future, life.
Torment stripes of countless oceans,
silts at the bottom of hearts full of wounds,
pinkie that left father’s fist,
paunch not getting mother’s feeding…
Chappals in the noose of dropped ribbon…
Death moseys around the same places.

Preventions… precautions…
If there are eighteen episodes of accidents
one hundred and eighteen preventions
are needed to give the spirit of precaution.
Mother is like a pesticide for crops;
father the examiner from top to toe.
A daughter should be your one eye,
son the other one.
If the latter is cruel and wicked,
his heart should be washed thoroughly.
Mothers are meant notjust to give birth;
fathers should have no illegal relationships.
Carry the distressed kids on wings,
let them be afraid of evil only.
Everyone should have a conscience,
hurl feelings onto existence.
Should jump as a flag of energy
and say, would cut men of lust into pieces.
Say you’re the tempest of time,
an embodiment ofa victorious woman;
say you would come with
the ashes of the funeral fire.

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(To be continued-)