A St(r)ing on the Wall… Sibi, Telugu Poet, Indian
Closed room stories become public temptations
Intimate pictures on the bed
Spear young deers that have just learnt stepping out
Bodies sold for paper currency
Turn into posters to hang on ‘Wall-Cross’es
Dung spills on all womanhood
.The barbarous heritage of barber shops
Becomes such an angler
That heads turn no other way.
Along with meat plate and wine bottle
Womanliness becomes a commodity
And gets into ‘Kick’ing ads.
Animals chew these posters.
Those two rags permitted by the Censor
Look more like bandages around an injury.
The eyes that yearn to see those injuries naked
visit operation ‘theatre’s
It all reduces to an ‘A’dult affair.
Cured in saliva
Womanhood bloats to obscenity.
And every woman walks by
Looks like garbed nudity.
These are just warnings…
Forebodings of a stretching stone age.
This string of posters sting you and me
Not here and there, but everywhere.
This Wall is longer than that
‘Great Wall of China’
We should resolve
Not Whether or not to live between the walls
But to dismantle all such walls as these.
Contemporary Telugu Poet
Note: This was a translation from the original written by the poet at least 30 years back. I lost the original and I am not sure if the poet has it. I lost contact with him. He was once a very active member of Sahrudaya Sahiti, Visakhapatnam. This poem was am expression of his agony towards the kind of Telugu Cinema wallposters those days. I only wish he sees this poem