.
Don’t define life
Let me guzzle the life
Brimming in the cup of my hands.
Don’t sing praises of living
My heart had long petrified
with its tears and blood.
Don’t try to fill this silence with words
Language is too poor
To sound a great experience.
Don’t put out the burning fires of hope
It’s meet to have petals of desire
For the flower that blossoms in tears.
It is not a blemish
For the plant to bear prickles
That shoots up off ignorance.
Mark
Tearing off these screens of darkness
Pierce the gloomy clouds
With looks of lightning
At the confluence of land and heavens;
In the heart of a seer-like poet
Where springs of poetry jet out;
Where time begins to stir
…
From the other bank of life
Morrow’s Sun rises
Through our sanguine waters.
.
Nagna Muni
(Manepalli HrishiKesava Rao)
May 15, 1940
(Manepalli Hrishikesava Rao)
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