Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

38. Introspection

In the quest of moments every year
while some are crossing days, weeks, months,
you say falling leaves and
appearing ladders are the same.
A year brings multiple months
like lustre that left dawn.
You get used to the human grotesqueness,
and pay no heed to the cute secrets of Nature.
Though there are scenes of tears
on the screens of turbulent dreams,
sense mingled in proverbs, gave a message.
Wouldn’t the words of elders receive
the life of love that wants to cross
the gloom of hardships and turns to crescents?
It’s said salutations to the sun are salubrious
when Tula enters the astrological zodiac.
Bathing in a river, dipping in the sea
do away with physical diseases.
When AdityaHridayambecomes
your voice in the morning,
the bath along with the meditation
of Kartheeka gleams as your heart.
Ask Indian Gooseberry that may want you
or fling you onto the floor.
Basil is a hand that proffers friendship;
it’s proof of our unlimited
knowledge of medicinal plants.
It denotes a great victory,
our bond with the earth too.
When the light-emitting white moon
is still in the sky speaking to humans,
the dawn’s dazzling lamp gives hope.
The sun is our affectionate relative;
his charm causes brislings in the earth,
and emits a fragrance of amity in autumn.
If the people in congested tall buildings
and those eking outlives on
the banks of gutters adopt virtuosity,
they can never quit the ever- new joy.
Don’t forget the bond
between Nature and flourish;
resort to fasting now and then.

Invite festivals into your heart

Satyam News, KaviSamayam, 1st December 2020

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(To be continued-)