నెల: అక్టోబర్ 2020
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A Nascent Song… Vadrevu Chinaveerabhadrudu, Telugu Poet, Indian
. Day did not break yet A wake up song echoes from the foot of the hill The city afloat in the morning mist. Lest it should sink under the weight of its dreams A spinning melody lugs it back to the bank. The sky and earth Are deep asleep on the horizon. The houses…
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Inspiration… Sri Sudha Modugu, Telugu, Indian
There comes a feeling of someone moving around Whisking the lips a gentle breeze passes by A brief lightening drizzle ensues, and then a clear sky. Umm! The nascent smell of freshly-wet earth suddenly sieges me. Poor lips! How long have they been parched! They were all smiles in rapture and goosebumps. We never really…
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A Self-exile … Bandi Satyanarayana, Telugu, Indian
Everyone lives on his own carrying overhead his own firmaments, dragging body with one hand and life with another, Poor chap! He is so innocent. just breathing life jettisoning all cares. He entertains no fears of ‘how to live?’ He doesn’t hurry, veils no grief, never burns with envy, Or, never falters missing his own…
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Triflers… Bhaskar Kondreddy, Telugu Poet, Indian
4 Some people say Love is a very small thing in life. What else, perhaps, Can the people say Who see life as but a well? she said hiding him in her embrace. 10 “Just as this body is made up of bones Life is an amalgam of experiences,” he said With a philosophical touch…
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Curfew… Bharati Kode, Telugu Poet, Indian
Sometimes it happens like that… There will be a ban on greetings and consolations. A writ soon issues that That dreams should not cross the threshold of eyelids And even a film of tear should not blur the eyeball. It perplexes who the criminal is, and who gets sentence. Spring visits innocently at its appointed…
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