Walking on the edge of a river

English Translation – Swathi Sreepada

Telugu original written by – Dr.C.Bhavani Devi

Embers

Wind slowly sprouts
From the word bullets
Targeted by the night
It dawns within no time
A desire to write a happy poem
As if a thorn pierced into the pen….
Isn’t it poetry to some extent
That vanishes the grief of loneliness.
It is understood that the crazy lines
Drawn hitherto
Are nothing but illusions of oil paints
When I disappear into the darkness of
sleep My pen that cannot script another
poem Drizzles the tears of trouble

This east turning crimson also
Dashes the lump of fire, the sun

Let any number of times
It falters and gets up
As an infant trying to walk
Life is nothing but learning to walk

Suffocating the days and nights
Rashness of opposing winds
Go on increasing
My friend, now I can’t write with this pen
Blowing of the ash on the burning embers
Let me make my pen burn the stick And on
the unfathomable darkness of agony To
spread the linen of light ….

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