Poems of Aduri Satyavathi Devi

Poem-31

A Corf of Chalk

Telugu Original: Aduri Satyavathi Devi

English Translation: NS Murthy

Caught in the chilly web of sagittal month
Time shivers in the bitter biting cold.
Even in the congested cities
The fore yards of houses take a head-bath
And get cleansed of their inured dirt.
And before dawn,
In chalky designs get adorned
As if milky ways were spread out,
A swarm of swans were floating away,
They seem a queen’s entourage
Has been sojourning in the floral palanquin.

There, in that remote corner of the village,
A left over place after the city hadengulfed
Every inch in its reach,
On that half-quarried hillock
A hunchbacked old hag, looking like the hackneyed moon,
Sapped of all energies,
Labours in the pit in front
Herself…becoming a fistful of hunger.

She anneals the bones bitten by cold
With the rays of sun,
And becomes a machine to grind the hill to dust.
Filling up her basket with her labour
And bearing her life support overhead,
She marches past the six-bus-stops-distance for three hours
Measuring distances in her accustomed way
Of the amount of sweat she perspires.

Trading off her appetite with the city dwellers
For a hunk of bread and few droplets of tea
She satiates her hunger.

Positing the change in the navel,
She retires to her nap under a wayside tree
Or some shade under the sun.
Reminiscing her experiences, as ripe as her chalky head,
Between those half-asleep eyelids, she shivers all of a sudden
Fearing her fate if the city were to snatch
Even those remains of the hillock.

When it happens, won’t the foreyards of houses pale away
Devoid of the chalky designs
Like a queen divested of their decorations?

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Telugu Original :‘Muggu Butta’

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