Healing Touch

In the scenes we leave behind

Dwells our inner self

Strange is the past;

It stays with us lending a healing touch

Flowery

Leafy

Time-a hall of mirrors

But, nothing is, as it seems

We stalk shadows

Moving back and forth

And help our wounds to heal

Search for your inner self

As you would search

For the point of a river’s origin…

In the end, we find ourselves to be

An image of a following river.

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[Translated from Telugu by Dr. Y . Sathyanarayana from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Oushadagunam (P.124) ]