Walking on the edge of a river

English Translation – Swathi Sreepada

Telugu original written by – Dr.C.Bhavani Devi

Memory, a piece of wreckage

Though we try to forget
A person…or an incident
Pain as the agony of a creature.

Not only the delicate feel
Of the grace of roses
The experiences of piercing
Glass pieces too
The breaking of dry leaves
That laid the sprouts out
The shades of wind giving faith,
Then pushing into valleys
Scares of Raw wounds
In the journey of life.

On the shores of those whispering
oceans Spreading smiles and memories
Of grass flowers
Childhood friends and acquaintances
Suddenly- tears bidding farewell
Shaking hands on the last examination
day Signatures of students
Becoming the palanquins of hopes.

When performing the work
In the early dawn
Messengers of previous
generations With back support
Faltered and fallen untainted
hands Helping to walk
Faces of so many graphic sceneries
Indistinctly as if smeared and melting
Suddenly as if in some midnight
dream With the same reverence
agitated.

Though, we struggle a lot
Names will never be recalled.
Folded layers of brain never open-up
Unreasonable hatred, jealousy and
revenge Names that became bouquets of
thorns Still pierce in the heart.

Recalling someone’s memory is
hell, Failure to recall some more is
A hellish pain of squeezing the heart.

So, in fact, for anyone
Every memory is a piece of debris only!

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