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[1] PIECE OF PAPER IN A HAIL STORM

Continuing to carry a heart
these two feet get tired and take rest for a few seconds.

Thoughts ,wearing high flames endlessly, swell along and burst ahead

Responsibilities, targets and goals ,when chase like quick racing arrows
and war or death, when become unavoidable option
To wear a cyclone
To bear a horror
and when to win a war in complexities of life,
becomes a must.

Position though just a paper piece only
streaming into the hail storm becomes a determined path way.

Quick run becomes an unexpected breathing
and destruction , silently , will become a part in the reconstruction activity

Loosing direction, the pathlessness remains as a big question

The seed that deeply was cremated in the soil
necessarily bear the darkness of the layers of earth.
and if it is to born once again
we have to necessarily intrude into self search through internal vision

Splitting again and again
and rubbing the entire body with multiple number of wounds .

A war , when practically comes to a close,
and treating the wounds of the feet as experiences
and receiving them as distress, all long
the heart like the rising SUN
will teach us how to win over the surging stances of grief.
The tiresome feet that gets stranded
once again, start readying themselves for another endless journey well ahead of us
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SudigAlilO kAgitam mukka---------------Etu[volume of poetry]
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/EnG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA
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[2]Language of the heart
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Whatever may be the language
Despair—hunger---agony , all spell alike

Tears do know the language of the heart
like trees are well versed with the language of the birds.

Hunger knows the language of weapons
like pathway knows the sensible touch of the feet

At the twilight time
the cry of a babe surges ahead from the smoke of the lighted stove
and hard sounds of the marching, iron shoes
are heard on the dark road and that too , on a curfew clamped day.

The creaking sounds of the memories,
sound from the nooks of dilapidated stones

There sits an old woman , under the dry wood tree in the hot sun,
finely placing her two hands above her head
to protect her, as shade from an umbrella

and so , waits curiously for her unrelenting son

The sound of the fluttering kite entangled in the thorny bush of beri fruit tree
and rhythmic sounds --tuck---- tuck – generated from the rails
were heard, while continuing in half asleep

During the night, behind the window of the bedroom
the sounds of slipping down rain drops
and the tucking sounds of the letters in overjoyed feel of baby talks
and also the flowery touch of the fingers
that rub out the tears dropping down from the cheeks.
For the momentary happiness, the wife
following him in all thick and thin of time’s columns,
and delving deep in streams of pains and sorrows

In the old age the supporting looks,
that are extended cordially from the sunken eyes
To experience and enjoy all these things
which language do we actually need ? Nothing of course ,is needed at all
What all required at that juncture is, you must be human in all senses
and must posses at least a heart, most simply and very preferably ,a sound heart
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Hridaya BhAsha--------------- Etu[volume of poetry]
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA
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[3]You with your feet---------
May be an individual,institution, region or a country
after each and every deceit
rise high like a blood soaked flag

People marching past like rivers and there after roaring like sea
after all a happening deed

But getting deceived must be assessed as a weakness in scientific terms

and lack of education with flaming letters , is a weakness
and like a bird not recognizing the hunter

It is definitely weakness not to find out the enemy who covered himself with smiles
not studying the environment around you
and for selfish ends to retrace into the shell like a snail
and taking a secret exit is a weakness

To rob each other in the life’s streams
has become unavoidable part of our lives now a days
and not knowing this is a Weakness

Casting vote and deceived duly by successiv governments
and whatever may be the profession getting deceived by the institutional structure
and unfairly deceived by friend in monetary considerations
Love ----affection------- fondness all
At long last deceived by wife and children

on every occasion of deceit becoming a shehnoy
and filled by despair always , becoming an empty saline bottle
knowing fully well that we are committing mistakes again and again repeatedly
and how long shall we long last as wearing way like sandal stick

at least not recognizing the deceit as a weakness
knowing the roots of the despair
study hard your feet for yourself
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Nee pAdAlanu Nuvve ------------------ Etu[volume of poetry]
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA
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[4]The last Signature
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Learning means what?
Is it to innovatively understand old objects with a new look?

Same earth -- same sky -- same you and the same me
all thus getting old , though in course of time
blazing the ever green heart
and disappearing like a severed kite.

The tree that comes up from the inner layers of the soil
once again tracing back to its original place

When we close our eyes
the twittering sounds of the wings of the perched bird
are heard from the branches of the trees

From the stagnated water
a droplet starts the commotion , in its own mode

While the clay soaked wet hands
design the earthen pot on the potters’ wheel,
the same soil starts bowing down to human

Bowing down and surrendering are two different aspects

Like, going ahead to know the secret
and returning back , seizing a lot of the shrouded mystery.

The rain water dropping down in thin streams
and is turning the soil into a stinking mire

Suddenly from some where
a severed song from the tones of the flute
showers thousands of springs on the head

Lastly the human becoming a breathing sea
roams along in the streets
and pushies through from the midst of sunken walls
and as if the SUN rising high , from the meeting place of flocks of birds
and also as if , the shadow of a cloud moving ahead extensively
expanding largely on the sand stocks

Why the heart is so engaged in an uneding search.
Truly the grapes taste sour , when not in reach

We always crave more for unreachable things.

Even if a beautiful mistress is available in th house itself
the mind steps out for another handsome Eve, lurking large elasewhere

Lastly , after the body
becomes a resting weapon,
life becomes a pair of old shoes that is left at the main entrance itself.

All the beaten tracks remain as memories
roaring heavily in the fistful heart .

All the past, appears -----as an unnatural fluttering
and is to be deemed as used plastic bags
thrown out carelessly at the trash cans beyond the road margins

Scene is thus awful and sound itself acts indiscriminately

All in entirety , is just formless

When shivering hands subscribe a last signature on death note
freezed tears welling in dense to the brim of eyes
start to roll down in close warmth by flows and streams,
all unending ,of course.
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Chivari santakam------- NAVYA WEEKLY DECEMBER 2-4-2008

Telugu :RAMA CHANDRAMOULI Trans/Eng PURUSHOTHAMARAO, RAVELA
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[5]QUESTION

His feet
walking again and again
on the green grass
pave the way
for becoming a working tool

Her hands
decorating the front yards with colourful designs,
sowing tender plants in the fertile soil
and plucking out all undesired weeds
start to become working tools

When work itself becomes life,
occupation
and a needed vice to a human being

Every moment, each thought and every action
holding two hands together
and breathing the desired goals in themselves
continue to proceed ,duly sharpened, on the spelt out path.

Sharpeness alone is the defined quality of a deserving working tool

Weaving glances to perfction
setting up th goals in right direction
and continuing to tread on designed path
All become theessential quality of working tools

When material becomes a product
and when this product entails for a business proposition
and when this total commerce turns as a wild fire
and forgets its basic roots

and When an eatable in the hands of a child
was forcibly snatched away by an eagle.

Working tools, working people, hungry bellies
when remain as just orphans
and also when work turns up only at other’s behest
Like an axe
chopping all unwanted things to ground
the working tool, finding no alternative
becomes a sharp weapon.

Which acts ban
and Which laws will question
this person who wields this sharp weapon
Prasna----------------------------------------------------------------------- --‘SOYI’—VOLUME-3
TELUGU: RAMAA CHANDRA MOULI TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO,RAVELA

[6]Having gone away , ----if not turned back

Yesterday morning only
she left smartly like a short breeze

Tiresomely returned back in the night
by becoming, a twilight sheen

Next also , She went away like a hail storm
and on that summer night , she came back , at some odd point of time

Coming so, she brought with her a transparent and blazing planet
a surging moonlight - sea, sprang above, flashing now on her gleam face

In my ears ,delighting me through her soul ,she termed me as her ‘friend’’

When I am running towards her
from the distant shores of the other cosmic world
she cooly departed and never turned back.
Having left this place thus and by never returning back forever
she defined that stance as sheer ‘death’

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Whether my body has transformed as earth
or the earth being formulated as my body
when I hugged all my life’s strings moved closer to my heart
gaining rainy day as a momentous gift from nature
Eyes became wet like deep water filled tank.

As if sky gaining the stars and putting the glances nearer to the eyes
and blooming like two extended shoulders
and also all the entrances to the body
getting opened one by one like stretching the bird’s wings

How deep , extensive and endless is this body
In the light’s dust looking far away behind the clouds

Soul undobtedly is a flying kite

“What have you given me?”

When I questioned her so
a cool reply came forward

A different world living within yourself
a smart smile ,a tender touch and one everlasting memory

Having answered so, she flew away like a butterfly

Feet, lips –in between a dream bridge
walking along, sprung a soundless conversation
shuffling all the ages together in fusion
as inheritance we could obtain
A sun’s son at that precious moment

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At long last
a word sprouted from a human heart
Like a rain drop delving deeper into the soil
and also like the mind sinking into the wholesome body

Time has become an oscilattory one
and while shadows spread wide, like pine trees
from the thick branches of the green tree,

a sparrow not found since long
suddenly flew high before me and disappeared into the oblivion

An empty whisky bottle is rolling forward on the cement road
A blooded fragrance rose from the soil stacks

You told pleasingly

“Love me and allow me to do so
till my last breath and even after that too”

Human having thus departed to unknown spheres
and not at all returning back

She truly defined it
as mere death

This maxim is now clearly heard from the high skies

Velli tirigi ----------rAkuntE--------------------Navya [weekly]–Nov- 12 -2008
TELUGU: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO,RAVELA
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[7] An empty boat on the shoreline
When question fails
Does the answer falter, too.
Yes, it does if we search the query
Who are we…
Question is ever an empty boat
anchored on the shoreline
waiting for the sailor to make a journey
perhaps to an infinite destination
leaving behind the past

Every dawn
A host of cranes fly past the boat
in unison in the high sky,
can man unite five minds likewise to take off
into a spring sky full of songs,
cool breeze and fragrance of the flowers!
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Vodduna khalee padava---------Moodu swapnAlu oka melakuva
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA

[8] Not understandable and meaningless too

Sky can’t be understood
your looks that entwine mee too follow suit
your smile, your walk and your lips too sail on the same plight

When two enraged bodies are to be fastened together to a serene soul

The secret anxiety, spilling stars too
when continued further
won’t has a meaning at all.

Are all experiences understandable?

When I told you that wounds are inevitable
either in love or in war,
spilling the summary of it as a moon light smile
you have walked over to the sweet smiling flowery garden
spreading the finer edge of your beautiful saree on my face

I am able to understand that
a single touch haunts me throught my life
Even an atom behaves so
and disappears after the nuclear fusion

All these stand as a destroying annoyance

The sprouts of light trasforming as expanse of time
change the electrified bodies into a volcano

This silence is not understood
and the despair and mute sense wont have real meanings
Even tears too follow suit

Yet you have become a non - understandable chap

That night when your eyes were wet with kindness
you hugged me closer to your soft chest
and put me in between those two breasts

I desire to loose in defeat many a time
and win over on a very few occasions
Do you understand?
It is a real life very true to its sense
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Ardham kAnidi ----------------------------------------------------- Ardham LEnidi
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA

[9] Campus interview

Kindly , don’t disturb his concentration
He as an IIT ian , and a winner of a Gold medal
He ofcourse , is now , trying to transform himself as a product.

When a human is becoming a saleable goods in th market
and so is to be sold, for a premium price,
the person must have some added and neatly dressed up qualities.

Quality and standard always , are closely disappearing secrets .
But like an attractive cover page prepared to the new book
and also like shining dress decorated to the show cased doll

For corporate companies human
has become now a resource, wealth and a working machine
and also whn intelligentia is being show s a asset in the balance sheet
the intrview rooms behing the glass house are just death traps indeed

MNC’s TNC’S through B P O ‘S
are extending their poisonous pangs
treating the call centres as mere calling centres alone

When intrviews are being held in A C rooms of Engineering colleges
it is just like verifying the horns, legs and --- in the shandy of MAHADVPUR

SILENTLY like this the ‘harraj’ auction gains momentum slowly

Who will be sold for whom amd for what price?
and who will be bought for which settled price is the relevant question
But sales and purchases are sure nd definite
Now at the out ward ad inner precincts of the interview room
A stoic death like silence is clamped--- and is like an awaiting in the graveyard

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His father at that moment, is washing the cattle with freshly drawn water
and it is shining with spotless white clean sheen.
The horns had an oil coat and they are sparkling with gleaming shimmer

The bells woven around the neck of that cattle are sounding new tunes
and its bidding price in the shandy his father at that momnt is washing the cattle with water
and it is shining with spotless white shen
the horns had an oil coat and sparkling with shimmer

the bells around the neck are sounding new tunes
may be the price of it in the shandy will be more remunerative

Human and the cattle ,both are proceeding to the shandy
yet will it be possible to arrive at an estimation, according to their form and walk?

Who knows where and in whose land and which cattle ploughs the land
The affinity that was holding good between human and cattle
since very many ages, is undoubtedly great and admirable too
But imaginatively at that moment
He is reeling under poor illusion and prefers to buy a tractor replacing cattle .
For a human being, horse power driven machine
is now replacing the age old practice of engagement of dumb cattle.
In the shandy the trading chores start plying around
and All , estimate the respective rates and threafter only timeless waiting takes shape

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Intelligence at this juncture means
speaking writing and presentation skills
and all , summing up as managerial skills

Whatever may be the profession
you must be and behave like a real business man
and what ever may be category , you must Talk only in terms of financil stakes

Whatever may be the actual procedure its moral stride or styl
An employee should always behave like a winning horse.
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Campus Interview--------------------
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/EnG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA
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[10] Hand writing

We are loosing confidence in human being himself
Hand writing or thumb imprssion are quite necessary now
hand writing at presenr has becomethe basic secret of a person
starts here
stretching longer and longer and changing stances frequently
he disappears to an unknown destiny
The human becomes a date on a calendar page

Will these dates burn and extinguish once for all
or these dates yawning along, born again as phenix.

On a lone road covering one dawn
human again coming to the fore on foot
one reopning , one continuatiom one shredding kite
and at long last
The sounds of a bird
snuffing out into the far ends.

Life a living memory resonating
in the remaining parts
of the dilapidated series of forts

Sky is endless
not known,
which birds soars to how much heights

depending upon the power
ascends and tresspassings occur
When your strong weaknesses encircle you all around
Human’ defeat is really a tragic ending giving pleasure
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Dastuuri--------------antardahanam—[volume of poetry ]page 12
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/EnG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA
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[11]One question and another warnimg
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His hands are empty
No weapon now, rests with him
How to encounter him?
He turing up his thoughts as glances
plants them straight, into the eyes, as sharp shoots

While advising us to touch and feel
the existence of air, waves and layers
he reveals in detail, how persons are
tactfully murdered
without causing any external wounds on them

He explains as how ,the hand turned globe
enrages the seas, sleeping in the caves of the human heart

When he walks ahead silently
it is well known fact that he tends the entire village with him.
As if a sky , like a herd of sparrows ,leads all the humans,
he makes us all to walk over to the precincts of a naked truth

No consciousnessprevails upon ,while it is our birth on the earth
and the same status continues when we lie on the icy lap of death
At least, in between these two extreme ends ,he earnestly pleads us
to try and feel comfortable while living in needed concentration and necessary feel.

To question and to be questioned.
These are the two integral parts of life, as he explains in detail

Ripened leaf should drop down some time, some where in seasonal columns
It is a bondage needed to be severed definitely on dotted lines
But at the samejuncture, he tells us how this fallen leaf
admixing up deeply into the folds of soil
resurrects itself through the same stubs of branches as tender sprouts

Making the heart as a sharp weapon
and transforming it as a cherished smile
he teaches us the various ways of questioning
and the tricks of getting them sharpened thereafter

When the human actually exitted last night itself
Some body has lynched the right hand of a statue

By the time it is dawn next day
every face in the place, became questioning sickle
and then one dove from elsewhere, along with the rising SUN
came down and settled on the broken hand of the statue

Eyes there after, immediately started
learning the traits of searching , investigating and hunting.of course
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Oka prasna—Oka Hecharika----------Antardahanam[PAGES 43 &44]
TELUGU: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI TRANS /ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO, RAVELA
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[12]What does he need?

Some body does something
to earn a name and fame
and for eventual existence too

He has no name at all
all , alias only

Having discarded all ,and sacrificing every body
he disappeared swiftly into the thick foest,
Not at all like the renowned and renounced
Gautam Buddha, who was QUITE unclear in his vision
and ignorant of his earnest and destined goal .

He decided to proceed on bare foot
with splinteres of glass pieces spread all along the path way
making his legs ,go stubborn in columns of courage.

In which animal shed, he took refugee and had a nap
or had eaten fistful of food behind which bushes
believing in books and bemoaning in pathos
and stoutly confiding himself, in the roaring trait ,
Manifesting , as an undisclosed soldier
and having no real life as such ,individually for himself
he became a ‘secret source ’ during the entire stretch of his life

Keeping his ears so close to the earth
he heard the spells of the human heart
for a kid to be born tomorrow

he has been a sentry for some tme and at times acting as a courier
and on other occasions turning up as a bullet to be shot from the gun
and some times becoming a fuming wave dropping down to the earth.

Having known of his sure and sudden demise in times to come,
he becomes a burning inferno
and comes out as an undefeatable soldier
and slowly slips on to the floor
and rests on the heart of that forest duly arming himself ,tightly with a sharp AK 47.
He who doesn’t need any thing for himself
What else do you think or presume about his needs or necessities on this earth?
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Athaniki EmkAvAli--------------Antardahanm[vol.of poetry]---- page 31
TELUGU: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI TRANS /ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO, RAVELA
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[13]One bird in the sky
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I am rather indebted to many
to the parents for this birth
and to the SUN who unfailingly , wakes me up
every day in the early hours

To honey tasting moon
for showering on my head ,lots of love and affection
through splashing of the moon lit night sheen , in bountiful ways

To the pious soil on my Mother land
for conversing sentimentally with my feet
when thy were laind on them for the first time,
after my birth, on this earth.

To the tree which told me the truthfully
that every other thing orignates from this soil itself
and also to the bird which encouraged me goading always
to grow , grow and to fly high into the sky above.

I am strictly indebted
to the teachers who endowed a few letters to me in good spirit
and to the books which gracefully hugged me tight with lots of love
and extended patronage from their harmless arms.
and also to every experience that taught me unforgettable lessons
by making indelible marks on the wounds.

To the roaring struggles
for breathing in the heart like an expanded sea.
while I close my eyes to introspct

To the thigh less, Anuura for his emulating guidance
and for instilling confidence in us
and also for expressing us the estabished view
that we can safely steer in the chariot ,
even without the needed thighs ,on the body
and treck on to the winning stances
and to Ekalavys for making us realise that our devotion and dedication to the perceptor
alone will make us strong in learning and mastering the archery skills

To spartacus
who preached a maxim
‘ life to human is freedom
and life to freedom lies in revolting against odds”

To the toothless universal language
which unequivocally emphasized that

“To where ever we traverse on this universe
same sky , same earth
same passion , the same ego ,same despair and same same hunger”

and for enlightening me
, the root causefor all the turbulence is desire and mere desire only
and real basis for the desire is selfishness
and the result of all this selfishness summates into waging of war
and what all we need to end this mindless war
is just
a strict adherence to the avowed principles of Non- Violence

To Mahatma Gandhi,who not only preached thus ,
but lso practising them life’s stances in toto, there after
and for leaving behind , his pious foot prints
and for marking them as path ways to our ultimate success.

Still I owe a lot to him
as a bird is indebted to the sky, in all its true sense.
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AakasamlO pakshi------------------Anthardahanam pages 61 & 62]
TELUGU: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI TRANS /ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO, RAVELA

[14] TWO DISTINCTIVE WORLDS

Truly we are two individuals
and two separate beliefs
Converged as one single body

It is not the Question who is rubbing on
the sandal wood piece to form as paste
and in what ever way it was dealt with
it is spreading fragrance since long

One day, one experience
holding it as one warm
affectionate memory and safe keeping it
as brooding an egg on the grass stock

Travelling in the train whiich doesn’t stop at that station
A blank chair on th plat form an beside a solitary tree
red signal light dult embraced by a thick mist
and before it turns to green
disappearance delving into search for existence
and one after another in search .

it was however made possible to ascend on the tiger
and it has become almost impossible to descend dow from it

some where it is so happened that bodies got to burn
and that caustic smell of the beast in blood is spreading fast

as if a seed started sprouting after getting wet
will the heart start blooming in with the touch of ardent tears
you have questioned me as so

if a womb will not at all give a birth tomorrow
it is almost a dead corpse today

‘Brooding means donating a life in such severe reverence’
sitting at the shore of the sleeing river, you fatefully inquired thus with me

At a time when the tender SUN crawling ahead coming just opposite to us
and when plants opening up th eyes of the leaves ar calling us in order

It is a well known fact that life exactly means moving ahead
putting hand in hand in sheer friendliness
and loving affectionately with needed warmth
the walls , houses and streets thre on

walking along and guiding others to follow suit
one person stopping there
and another one quitting fast at the far end of th street
Is it true that two individuals got separated as two distinctve worlds at long last.?
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RENDU PRAPANCHAALU--------------- ANTATDAHANAM—PAGS 9 & 10
TELUGU: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI TRANS /ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO, RAVELA
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]15] War and Peace

The people who design the thirsty war strategies
hide themselves some where in THE mole hills like little mouses

When the frienzied soldiers like mad caps
and under the sheer strips of blindness of arms and ammunition
run helter skelter frightening the other world in whole,
all thosee people, not at all connected to these ulterior motives
are forcibly earthed deeper into the drenches or burried in large grave pits

The mother earth in impeccable but shameless stances
decry the massacre and genocide of her innocet people
and plunges into deep depths of despair and get shrunkened notably
in high decible sounds, thus mking the life’s dream shatter to scary shambles

Can you please distinctly tell me the cast, creed, religion and nationality
of this kid , closely breasted to the chest of its tender looking mother
in pitiable demised state much to the chagrin of the onlookers

Though, since ages unknown, the tears
are flowing like unending, perennial streams
when will these blood hounding humans able to realize
the causes for these atrocities committed by wealthy nations
high handedly against them?

Those violent lots involved thus have not breathed their last in war places
actually they played cautious and kept themeselves in safe zones by adopting
all possible strategies to potect themselves in all the best possible ways

In all the pages of denounceable history of mankind
the whole people who died or say lost their precious lives
in precarious situations, are only people around and people alone at large.

Sprinkling some dust of mud on these attributed martyrs
go ahead shamelessly and in the guise of peace talks
dare to rise the curtain for another genocide in course of shorter duration
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YUDDHAM –SANTHI----------------ANTARDAHANAM— [VOL OF POETRY --PAGE96]
Telugu: RAMAA CHANDRAMOULI—TRANS/ENG PURUSHOTHAMARAO RAVELA

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