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 fragrencesStifling the throat of the nation ,broadcasts the anthemSome 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 stoneFor a heaven neither here nor there.Some one is administering anaesthesia to BHARATHA MAATHASome body is leaving me amongMechines alienating me.I'm searching for my mother landWith an iron stove on heaAnd a blanket of sorrowI'am going for my mother's breast.If i'm not rebornCrusifing,nailing, crowning my selfResurrecting in the land of expiration,I'm in eligible to live in this land.If i can't sing in the chorusMy 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 nationAs devine or sage like.I wish to see the sheen of clusters of cloudsIn men as either Bunches of shrubs smelling sweetOr as perennial rivers spreading wavelets.I dream of the nature's beauty at dawnShattering 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 seasonOf an uninfected man-tree.A dream on behalf of a million eyesOf the present, a new nation.byYENDLURI SUDHAKAR(telugu)1992' MO'(english)