Road. . . like a barren field.
Running vehicles
Resemble those crying over
The dead body
Here and there
Noise of frightened eyes
peeping from behind the bars
A precarious ‘khakhi’ keeping guard
The buzzing city
now standing
at the door of silence like
a prostitute
The lad’s kite,
the dead leaf
freeze in the air
All the doors closed
for the newspapers
that quench our morning-thirst
Man opens eyes
in front of the blind box
with the clatter of a chariot
The road
dark and wet with flood all over
The man yet to reach home……
a boat caught up in
high tide
We….distanced
losing the right on ourselves
eating our own bodies
The city-sans-eyes
now counting the corpses.
The same hands
the same lips
the crushed bodies.
The lone breath…CURFEW
the hungry body wakes up again
to curfew
Fatally chained in loneliness
we run for life
Curfew closes on all sides.
Freedom jailed in houses
Now it is a rifle that keeps guard
Man…behind the bars
bleakly looking out
Into curfew
Telugu :Jail to Nagaram
English: K.S.P. Roy
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