I know you’re searching for hundreds of reasons
to justify all these killings—whatever.
You know, I’m simply looking for those lives
that are lost forever. (ఇంకా…)
LEAVING THE VILLAGE
Leaving the village,
May the waters of the nearby stream
Rise to see you off, like your mother’s hand.
May the memory of sunlight
Peeking through the dark doors of night
Warm your mind during cold times. (ఇంకా…)
I don’t have any birthplace
I am some limb or organ under a head of vacuum
From whence I was born, how I grew up,
Just at 47 how I blew up,
Since none of you told me anything .. (ఇంకా…)
The Lake of Childhood
It used to be moist somewhat.
When little feet got tired running here
a cool touch used to caress, like mother’s hand. (ఇంకా…)
In the Middle of the Poem
The interrupted line sighs;
the suffocation of sudden silence;
someone pants at the rear,
fitfully. (ఇంకా…)
A Grief Outcasted
I know you’re searching for hundreds of reasons
to justify all these killings—whatever.
You know, I’m simply looking for those lives
that are lost forever.
