Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

Beyond a White Cloud

Sky of raindrops, the soil of gaiety,
a black cloud with lightning,
firmament of water pots….
Existence is a question mark
whether you laugh or cry!
When a cloud is born and becomes tears,
we turn into the boats reaching the shore.
Unchanged inclination,
undiminished treasure,
many a doubt born of introspection….
Like a dried- up tree on the carpet
of green grass, the farmer is real picture!

A white cloud is an empty flower
on the blue screen of the sky.
Nail tip plays as a seed of tear
When those arms, sweat, and beats of work
yield produce, we can enjoy
mother’s love, invite skylight asa father.
If we remove the eyeshades
and glance with the mind’s eye,
truth can be visualized!
A farmer has no weekend respites,
gets up before dawn and goes to the field
with all the needed tools for farming.
Becomes a solitary soldier;
gets no hourly wages,
and fills the bellies of people.
He appears every time as a virtuous man,
sometimes looking like a dried tree though.

Crossing the befuddlements of cotton,
going past the rice with a circle around,
he becomes a true smile behind a white cloud.
When his life becomes a question mark,
all the world has to suffer from hunger.
Also, becomes a baby sans mother.

Sanchika, internet magazine, December 2019

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(To be continued-)