varthamanam(the presentence time)

I can't talk now about my nation.


my country ia a Sakuntala


Delivered of and forgotten.


I'am a refugee bird in my land.


I'm one shedding tears between swords and horns


I'm not a millionaire hood.


On tens and thousands of hoods,


I stand as a bubble.


It's me every piece of the mirror being broken.


I can't walk fearless between any two men.


I can't live in peace between any two Gods.
Between two languages -my conversation snubbed.


Between two rivers -union of waters prohibited.


I stuck the national flag


On my chest.


Listening to lessons of history


In my childhood class


I preserved the flower of my country


In my school bag.


Bags touched-bombs blast now


Hearts moved-fires hiss.


Now this nation like a black boar frightens me


With it's lust for blood.


This country- aquestion paper with no key


They send word to Siddhartha having cut the wings of swans.


Here, the state it self shoots ,yet rewards the dead.


Inaugurates flower gardens ,yet prohibits fragrences


Stifling the throat of the nation ,broadcasts the anthem


Some where down the well a frogling is croaking.


Some mad cap of poet is


Singing MERA BHATRTH MAHAN in a dreams meet.


News papers carry the soaked blood all night.


Some VISWAMITHRA is laying the foundation stone


For a heaven neither here nor there.


Some one is administering anaesthesia to BHARATHA MAATHA


Some body is leaving me among


Mechines alienating me.


I'm searching for my mother land


With an iron stove on hea


And a blanket of sorrow


I'am going for my mother's breast.


If i'm not reborn


Crusifing,nailing, crowning my self


Resurrecting in the land of expiration,


I'm in eligible to live in this land.


If i can't sing in the chorus


My song is a crime now.


I don't intend to sing the


Lines with which I don't agree.


I don't wish to see the men in my nation


As devine or sage like.


I wish to see the sheen of clusters of clouds


In men as either


Bunches of shrubs smelling sweet


Or as perennial rivers spreading wavelets.


I dream of the nature's beauty at dawn


Shattering demonic darkness to pieces.


I don't like even an ant to be alone.


I can't bear even a puppy dying of hunger.


I tune on my dream KANJIRA new songs.


Standing on live coal I intone the truth.


I look for a new season


Of an uninfected man-tree.


A dream on behalf of a million eyes


Of the present, a new nation.


by


YENDLURI SUDHAKAR(telugu)1992
' MO'(english)