Tag: Telugu
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It is not that easy to vacate the resident silence … Bobby Nee
It was long Since my reflection in the mirror smiled; And god knows when The dismal prospects crossed The thresholds of imagination last! Deep inside Failure peeps through nervously… The word bandied from the lips Ducks in some corner of the heart; And the aborted thought splintered to smithereens Aches and smarts…
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Only one Life… Kavi Yakoob, Telugu Poet
You have but only one life… whether you are glad or gloomy; win or vanquished; rejoice or repent; There is but just one life! . Within its scope, desires pile up like tamarind sprigs words course through the pathways to reach papers; the slumbering letters lie drowsing on the finger tips dreaming of wakening and…
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God… Kodidela Hanumantha Reddy (HRK), Indian Poet
When the child had drawn a picture the Sky was floored, the Stars blushed, and as some mottled polka dots patterned, the Moon let out a hearty laugh. Mazarine-hue water, yellow-scaled fish, butterflies, Unknown and unimaginable worlds… and what not they embodied whatever she desired… Why do stars and moon love whatever a child does?…
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We Don’t Want This Tradition … Kondepudi Nirmala
. Tradition is not a thunderbolt… Yet it has incinerated thousands of lives. . Tradition is not darkness Yet, it has thrown into immeasurable precipices . Tradition is not a despot Yet, it has reduced history to armchair fiction . Tradition is not a prison… Yet, it has confined expanses of unsullied waters into the…
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The Ultimate Survivor … Vinnakota Ravi Sankar, Indian Poet
. Gradually Life becomes a reconciliation to death. Instead of pigeons, now Lapwings carry messages. The smiling faces of the childhood group-photo leave one by one searching for their own. Not only the actors, even the audience recede one after another. There will be nobody left on either side, to share tears for the tragedy…
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