Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

20. Nature of Shadows

The whole night is falling as drops;
the imbibing method is becoming symbolic.
Some thoughts are printing cosmic rays,
wayward moments, and stars not reaching
the retinal sky, fascinating in the perspective.
Some harsh delicate silent notions
on either side of life’s journey;
shadows of thoughts explaining nature.
They tell the truth between
corruptness and correct morality.
Since the iron hearts’ intentional deed
Turned intoan unwitting one,
some sad face is hanging from the city picture.
It carried bloody tears
to the frontiers of the town!
Wheels that can walk
are dear offspring of the roads.
They join many a heart,
and douse their flames of torment.

Shadows are turning into true mirrors,
assuming the shape of buses.
They wanted not to be defeated
in the distribution of wages.
The commenting shadows of the common man’s
life and death aren’t the moistness of
corporate and private hearts for which
schools, temples are two shoulders.
The lament of the highways carrying shadows
belongs to human forms or despicable traits.
Roads… they’re like blood vessels;
shadows’ partners of countless people’s spirits.
Some shouted for rights, turned flags.
Some are three-legged ones beneath thrones.
Parleys with a single group
of shadows help in farming.
The heart is unchanged, doesn’t become trash.
The shadows carrying
the truths of fighting forces
reflect the moon’s movements!

Published in NetiNijam 24 October, 2019

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(To be continued-)