Just that…
I am not too ambitious to gallop away,
But at the same time, don’t want to stay put where I am
biding time, doing nothing worthwhile.
Holding a cryptic clue in my hands
I walk towards a distant dawn.
Perhaps, this is a testing time.
If I come across shackles and hurdles
of earthly life’s attractions, let them!
I may be physically weak but mentally tough.
My mind and heart are
as sharp as razor’s edge
There is a galore of abhorring scenes afore
And insufferable acts of cruelty and violence.
Once more, rising from their midst
like a wildflower
breaking through the cracks of graves
I resurrect, carrying the arms of words
that break through the water bubble like ray
to hoist the flags in colorful spectra.
By I, I mean, you, me and all of us.
(The last poem of Kalekuri Prasad)
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Kalekuri Prasad
(1964 అక్టోబర్ 25 – 2013 మే 17)
కవి, సినీ గీత రచయిత, సాహితీ విమర్శకుడు, మార్క్సిస్టు విశ్లేషకుడు, దళిత ఉద్యమకారుడు.
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