Solitude
Whirling dreams
Fingers cajole, caress as they
More through strands of Lair
Drowsily into the depth of ecstasy
In the radiance of serene half-awakened consciousness
Embodying each passing moment with care
A great ecstatic cell is created
Words glow
Like the gleaming sap in the beaks
Of birds that perch on corn fields
This is the poetic hour
The creative moment.
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[Translated from Telugu by Dr. Y. Satyanarayana from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Kankula Pallu (P.93) ]
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