Tag: Bolloju Baba
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The Painter… Bolloju Baba, Telugu Poet, Indian
Once His signature on walls, Banners, signboards and cut-outs Used to gleam like The solar disc hanging on to the horizon. Between the straight lines He drew with the twine dipped in indigo His letters used to nestle like doves in a nest. The paints amid the squirrel hairs of the brush…
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Apartheid … Bolloju Baba, Telugu, Indian
“Teacher! Can I give the bouquet to the Chief Guest?” “No. You can’t. We have already selected someone else.” And soon she realized the difference between Her and that ‘someone else’ … her tan. Emptying tears and blood into the gorges of history It plays chiaroscuro on the path of life… She wanted to cry…
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The Sublimity of Life … Bolloju Baba, Telugu, Indian
. The first cloud that skims along The last whiff of summer breeze Leaves an impression of verdurous kiss on earth’s parching lips . The cold wind that comes riding Over the last drop of rain Passes off … blessing each body With an encounter of warmth . The Summer born In the ultimate moments…
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Death in a Hospital … Bolloju Baba
. A soul liberated from body shackles with a swan song. . “Woe betided me, Mother! How could you leave us, having lived your whole life for us?…” A son was grieving effusively with matchless histrionics, Who till yesterday treated her like a housemaid . On the countenances of other patients fear spread like an…
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One Hysterectomy … Bolloju Baba
. Whatever reason they might offer They deracinated the tree That blossoms a sanguine-flower Every month. In the Anatomy Theatre Of civilised man The body of a woman Has always been a Guinea Pig. . Whatever be the reason, The cradle of man Which put up with two cuts earlier To give birth to a…
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