An Open-ended Poem… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
Under the
Unwinking sky…
Drips beautiful vitriolic spangles
Occasionally
Through its leafy canoes…
The cocoanut
As if it quenches the thirst
of the whole village…
croons lazily like a well-lubed cart
the pulley.
With the airs of
pulling the hiding sky by its tresses
and siphoning it off from the bottom
Looks arrogant
the insolent pail.
Looking at its reflection in the puddle-mirror
preens leisurely its feathers
the little sparrow.
Letting grace to lend a helping hand
To hold the pot in the sickle of her arm
Poor me, breathes heavy
The new bride.
As if to replay the sounds
of bubbling springs to the sky,
like the open-ended poem of Ismail,
stands there
our village well!
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Ravi Verelly
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