Tag: Telugu Poet
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What the Thunder Had said… Vadrevu Chinaveerabhadrudu, Indian Poet
One early afternoon of Chaitra, As I was lazying with ambulant nap Under the shades of Mango grove in the village, The thunder started its conversation. Like mushrooms that shoot up At the first showers of summer rain, For that roll of thunder There was such a commotion within, as though Some eons-old deep…
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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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Ember-Thief… Sikhamani, Telugu, Indian Poet
WISH ALL MY FRIENDS WELL WISHERS AND BLOG VIEWERS A VERY HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR 2019 *** Sitting under a leaf-less tree On the footpath And sweating profusely, An old man was parching The cobs of Maize on coals. More than his face His chafing-dish Seemed cooler on scrutiny. As he took…
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All through my youth…!… Mohan Rushi, Telugu Poet
Some people are such: They enliven our lives, Bring the rhythmic beat of our heart to a standstill; Culture new dreams in us with their mock anger; Pass on wisdom of books through their silence; And bare our impoverishment of vocab to us, when we try to speak. Does it really matter where they are?…
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In Front of More Supermarket…
When friends reunite After twenty years Sometimes words find their bearing And sometimes, not. Hand literally the shakes. The embrace reduces the gap by half. Some forgotten melodies, some current affairs, And some future shock! Memories of missed pals unsettle for a while, And the mad race for life That left no time…
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I did Not Take Proper Leave of You… Bojja Tarakam, Telugu Poet
I am sorry I did not take proper leave When we parted… I could not speak out my mind when the police arrested me. You stood awestruck with tears swelling in your eyes. Poor me! These cuffed -hands were helpless to dry your tears. Ringing the ‘long-bell’ to silence marched … the police boots. I could…
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