Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

Paper Boat

Orey… Osey…O… Ehe…
Look here,
the stream is flowing to that side,
but you’re steering the boat to this side!

This difficult journey of life
is the seeds’ sacrifice for new plants;
the manifestation of the mother’s womb.
It’s not the first glance, nor the first love
You can shut the doors of eyes,
but cannot slam those of the heart!
Love, love, love, what is love?
It is the act of hidinglaughter behind eyes
while grinning with teeth exposed.
Pouring vulgarity in the pocket of a shirt
an Acacia tree appears
after crossing a banyan tree.
Worms or thorns may be there.
Like showing brambles
after stealing groundnuts,
they’re not drumbeats of death
but waves of the announcement.
In this helter-skelter running,
in the wars ofwalk’s strange meanings
unseen assault is appearing on Racchabanda
as if aggrieved people are falling
in the puddle of alienation!
Hands drenched in the touch of new fondle,
feet are those of a centipede…
The perturbed heart cannot come out
from the serpentine hug;
it’s like the present childhood.
Looks like the paper boat would get lost
in the stream’s slope like a dead creature.
The solitary sky, soil,
the world wanting a companion…
all seem like uniting to form a storm!
You looked in different directions,
and coveredyourself with an inverted basket.
Is it yours, or other’s?
Maybe it’s of the river.

Published in NamastheTelangana, 9th December 2019

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(To be continued-)