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Mother And Mother Earth… Kopparthy
Image Courtesy: http://static.dreamstime.com . A course through forest. . She held him on her shoulders— And was talking while walking. He was “ooo-ooo”ing . There were footprints in her words And the words spread across her footprints. . She was walking And was talking while walking. . He held her little finger Getting off her…
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శ్మశానవాటి 3 … గుర్రం జాషువా
. Pens of Poets, sweet sonorous gullets of songsters had rolled over this field, and shall. Have not the mortal remains of Kalidasa, Bharavi, and their ilk, reduced to motes in Nature, unto earth, and from there over to Potter’s wheel. . కవుల కలాలు గాయకుల కమ్మని కంఠములీ శ్మశానపుం గవనుల తొక్కిజూచెడి, యొకానొకనా డల కాళిదాస భా రవుల…
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She Repeats Herself … Kopparthy
. She met me When she was nineteen . From then on She was completely known . Know not how she guessed That I wanted to see her life Before I met her . She blessed me with a girl child . She said She would keep the child till she is eighteen And send…
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A Nightmare … Kopparthy
. Morning When the door is opened A whiff of cool breeze nips . As the eyes search for newspaper They find little shoes Left forgotten to keep them inside The night before . A subtle thought… That the little darling child Who used to wear them always Might be standing there all night Keeping…
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She And Her Room — Siddhartha, Telugu, Indian
Whenever I sit in her room The blue-shifts of her starry exhales Reach, glowing unto me, from her eyes. Like a Mediterranean Island Basking in moonlight She sits alone amidst four walls And me, alone with her. Making me a scorching sentence She takes me along hugging, as she does a pet deer, Into unhurt…
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War And Enemy … Kopparthy
. We crossed the Seas, We Crossed Deserts, Crossed Forests and Firmaments Now, we must cross the Wars. Swim across the impending calamity of War spread before man. . There is but one world And Only one Man It’s the existence of the earth That confers all creation A state of being. It’s Man alone…
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For a Catharsis … Kopparthy
. Yes One has to write At least to apprehend the quietude After a prolonged battle. To assert that man is a tree that can blossom One must write. Creation is but a translation of the world… Creation is destruction in the first place… As one writes Pen traces plough lines on paper And the…
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The Last Journey … Kopparthy
Image Courtesy: http://t0.gstatic.com . Is the distance between life and death just a step? Oh, lady! you who logged all…
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Hieroglyphics … Kopparthy
Image Courtesy: https://edgecastcdn.net Ruins of Harappa speak inaudibly… In the revelry of Aryan assemblies The Ganges plateau trills with great cities… The marks of three hard feet That walked over the Aborigine Slipped from “Purusha Sookta” 1 are marked… A severed thumb 2 would be located in Dandakaranya… Only the middle path in Philosophy Bears…
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