For that haunting phrase you greet many a dawn,
Reach out to many and sacrificed a lot. And
For the apt word to flash in your mind, like a fisherman
On boat, you sieve the seas every day.
For the first shoots of sunlight every dawn
You bide; Fog-screen in front; the pool of moonshine
Sleeting through the night spreads to the limits of horizon;
Then, the silver gleams like tolling of bells from afar.
Like the first glimpse of a distant sail
You first witness a maiden ray. Then,
As if a net is cast over you from the other bank
A matrix of chiaroscuro snails before you.
One after the other the windows of the sky open
A silken hand comes into your view opening out
The screens of leafy curtains on the tops of branches.
You hear a sweet sonorous note unfolding from within.
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Chinaveerabhadrudu
Telugu
Indian

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