Miscellaneous poets:
1) Avva (mother) by
p lankesh
My mother is fertile black
land
There is spread of green leaves and festival of white
flowers
Strength if burnt, flower fruit if painful
If children hit her
organs are excited
Keeping down the basket on shoulder paining
Closed eyelids
without opening
Lifting up one quintal of jower
Winning father’s heart,then arm embracement
Giving to hen(cock) a jugful of water
Pepper,avare(…………….)jower
Togari(gram dal?),land phloughing with hand
As flower in
flower,nut in nut(fruit in fruit)
Looking after green irrigated land
Sprent her youth by
wearing torn saree
She died:
What is youth (age)of
this grandmothe of bent back
How many moons of ugadi
Joy of holige(sweet)in front of oven
How many times grand mother cried
For money,spoiled
crop,dead calf
How many times she wandered
placesto places
For lost (unseen) old
buffalo.
Not sathi savithri,janaki,urmila
Not peaceful white serious lady of book of history
Not wife of gandhiji,Ramakrishna
Did not worshipgods did not hear harikatha
She did not even keep
kumkum as muththaide.
Like wild bears
carrying small
children
Looked after husband,
collected money(paisas)
She scolded grumbled fought
Smallness crucked thinking like a monkey
Development
formula( attitude) of family for all
She may get irritated
If son spoiled, only when husband goes to other place
Bhagavadgeetha is not needed
for wild bear
My mother lived for
Grain, sticks ,labour,children
A roof
above,rice,roti and bedsheet
To rise up hands in front of equals
Likes to her, tears of gratitude:
Giving birth to
For living in soil as though she
went from home to
land
talking coolley.
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2)in frame (skeleton) of bones:
By dr mudnakudu
chinnaswamy i
There is temple of skeleton
of bones in us
Onkara of insoiration and expiration
There is rama.
There is muzjid in skeleton of bonesi in us
See above star view,eye brow moon
There is allah
There is a church in skeleton of our bones
There is a cross made up of back bones and shoulder bones
There is christ who is hit by nail
Everyday feeling pain.
In the brain stupas(temles of Buddha)
How many bones in bastis(jain temples)
Buddha and mahaveera who are
healthy)
For protection of bones we made to grow muscles
Filling blood for accumulation of power
purchased (bought) thirst along with blood
and jealousy with
muscles.
Next masses of blood muscles
Fought like chromosomes
Few temples
Few muzjid were destroyed
Body of blood muscles died(fell down)
Temples have remained inside skeleton
Of bones.in warm cage of devotion.
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3) only ash knows kind
of baking
Dr.mudnakudu chinnaswmy
Bound labourer ,my grand father once
Allowd thirsty cattles
to border of pond
He also drank one handful of water
The news spread through out the town
Pond became unchaste
Leaders held him and
Burnt him in grass mass(mede)
Mother earth not able
to bear this weight
Of burnt ashes cried
as thunderbolt.
Sky came in the form of rain
consoled
The father was born as kenda(burning charcoal)
Covered with ashes.
Again bonded labourer my father remembered his father
Prayed for one progeny child(issue)
Prostated with stretched hands
In temple premises.
The news that god has become unchaste
Spread through out town
Leader peoples burnt hut into fire
Burnt skeleton of father’s
bonein sleep
Again life was
breathing(kutuku) in ashes
Mother earth wept as earthquake that
sea came as flood and consoled
then that I took
birth as volcano.
Now our people can’t burn
Coming to catch me they burn themselves
Because I am
I have become letter(akshara) burning ignorance
Have become Witness
to deathless truth
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4)If I were a tree:
By dr mudnakudu rangaswamy
If I were a tree
Before birds build a nest
Wouldnot have asked
which caste you are
When rays embrace me
Shadow would not have been ‘mylige’(unholy)
With cool air(tambelaru) leaves
Friendship would have been sweet.
Rain drops would not
have takenback
Considering me as shwapacha(chandala)
While depending root bud out
Earth would not haverun awayas”holy’ ‘holy’
Holy cow rubbing body to
My stem to reduce itching
The thirty three crore gods
spread in
Various parts of it’s body,would have
allowd to touch me.
Who knows
In the end of my life
Cut and breaking my dry piece
Would have boiled(burnt)in
homagni(sacrifice fire)
Would have become holy.
It would have been chatta (cradle)
To the dead body (cadaver)of
a gentleman
And would have risen to the shoulders
Of four gentleman.
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5)sarthaka(blessed) by dinakara desai
Allow ashes of my body –thrown in air
Let it go and fall in paddy
growing area
If (tene) tuft of grains can
jump out from ashes
My birth is blessed in death.
Allow ashes of my body to flow away in river
Let it sail and fall in mouth of a fish
Let fish eat a fist of ashes and strength and grow
My birth is blessed in death.
Allow ashes of my body –
throw in pond
Where lotus blossom every day
When ashes combine with mud
new lotus appears
My birth is blessed in death.
let The body after
death stand for service
service of human birth today
body has become waste by selfishness
let it come to give real service in future.
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Eastern lass to western lass)( by kavyananda siddaiah puranika)
As I am black you don’t tease white friend with pride
Tell by which greatness white is superior to black
White cloud gives to
earth only beauty fine
Only black cloud brings rain to life of earth.
Vision of eye is only
by black eye ball(pupil) only white is
blind
White hairs are old age victory flag of youth is black
In black earth only to be grown the white thread you have
worn
In white snow can be grown? All growth is black
Though black I am
rise you are in set
You are lotus I am black lotus only one water wealth
You are white paper I am black ink shall become love poetry
Colour to body colour to nation which colour to self(atma)
All technology which you are proud of if black black to feel
Iron is black machaines are black charcoal is also black
black
Wheel of vehicle and it’s breath is black dambar (tar) road is black
That black is dearer why dislike tell my body black?
O white lass will teach you come summary of
shrungara(decoration,make up)
Will Keep you kumkum leave this fact of red is bad
Wear
(smear)arisina(turmeric) leave yellow is
rejectable argument
Will appley black(kajal) to eye see beauty in mirror
I am kapila in my
uddedrs come live as white milk
You are deer (mruga) in your naval I become kasturi come
I am blue cloud in my stomach appear as lightning
You are white
lotus I am blue bee will suck
swet of your chest!
This friendship of colours is inevitable friend everywhere universal nature
Appears this only announces this only this it’s ethics
mOrning is red still
again yellow why time is white friend
your body is white see it’s shadow black where is enemity friend
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6)Mother of kannadigas (by munjeshwara govinda pai) 8th
text ‘sirikannada’
Come mother ,show face mother of kannadigas
Bless mother protect son our birth giver
Some how you bear with our mistakes
You rule us with affection
You are our life
We won’t forget you
Body kannada,mind kannada,talks kannada
Fruit giving (nut) giving,various trees
Leaf giving flower givingwaves of climbers
Cream teneya(tuft of grains)
Wind of birds and
animals
giver town group of
mountains!
Nothing can remain unless it exists here?
Honey pouring milk flowing sky came down to earth
Holyful jain kunda kunda varya
Madhva yathi,basava pathi chief establishers of
matha(systems)
Sharva pampa rama
Lakshmipathi ,janna
Shadakshari muddana
Purandara his highness(varenya,shresta)
Kolar yourwomb,gold mine of vidyaranya
Halebedu beluru are beautiful
Belagola karkalaare sweet
There is no sculpture which is not here
Your Stone only speaks!
Hingateyinivala solla
…(……………………………………………………………………..)
Make it to reach our thirst!
In new pipe (kinnari)play your old song
Without knowing smell (kampu) behind (back)
Is searching outside
Our situation is anger of animals
Respond for ohers speech!
Kannada kasturi
(hosathu sirim thidadanna)
New richness……………………………………………..
Where is fragrance?you
Rise up new power in
it
By joy of fragrancespread name in world
Mother ripen our heart
Reside in all’s (everybody’s ) mouth
Mix up our mind into me!request for this only!
Wen will you show
your statue(idol) world fame
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Kamasuthra : by gangadhara chithala
On that day nacked night
No cloth no sense
No shying
concealing moving.
Becoming full
nacked feeling of jiva jhal
Indulging one in
another
In first garden attracting hunger
Again
hodakarise(exciting) not reducing
even a little
To branch branch
swinging priding desire of fruit
On blinking
Without tolerating came opposite
Whole body vibrating ,shaking all lip
That day was nacked night
What soft smooth all body touch
Luke warm,light,aha life attraction
Body embraced body
laugh joy
Sparrow breasts came pampered chest
Thighs came embraced thigh
Lip to lip made to touch what a speech
In wind pipe (neckpipe) breath burying like naga sampige
Mouthful of honey,handful of breast flower
On rotating side sound of joy
Being caught by sex (heat,lust) again and again
Kissing embracing again again
Opening lip opening waist
opening all
Searching for body flower entering mixing
This is desire,this is unger, this is thirst
In one breath was there
ayyo aha
Along with length was walking ti of negilu(phlough) tip
Whole womb
blossoming saliva pouring
Filtered and spilled
drop of life.
That day was nacked
night
Door is open called to come near
passing through
my chest door you came in
what sweet natural
this entrance is
whatever
you want eat you told
whole you in my arms
take whatever you want you told
whole me in your want take you told
In that moment what
ever done excuse
Though troubled begged if played by holding excuse
In nook and corner by puting hand if probed whichver
secret probed excuse
Coming in empty hand removing membrane(pare)
Eaying what ever wanted making to eat what ever is wanted
How much we gave and how much we took
How much fed how much
made to feed
How much we saw even after closing eyes
How much we talked without speeking
That was nacked night
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Jumping blessing (wishing)
by dr chandrashekhara kambara
Jumping wishing desiring for many
Came requesting
support of love
no your welcome no flower sunlight of smile
fire fell to dreams|
How shall I tell how shall I not tell
My tongue has dried up
memory of opening coil
Hissing hot breath doubt has
cone inside
Broken temple has
become dumb grave
Why world has changed
like this
Will wait for you
beyond border of time
When is my liberation
Return joy give spirit to jada(nonliving)
Let achievement be fruitful
One who write
rain-bow in my chest
Dreams giver
Show kindness and
pity
-From’savirada
neralu’
Why
by thi num srikantaiah
On seing you why my chest
beats(jumps)
Why new kind of joy is thrown?
Why joy of your
friendship making mind
To dancemakes to forget all worries?
If your body is touched like lightning flow
My body vibrates
‘jum’?
On separation from
you why no taste in life
Why depression binds
me?
Why I have plunged in your worries ,
Why I have made to you stand
chair(peeta) of my chest?
Why maya of your fascination without considering day and night
Why without leaving my life path has covered?
_from ‘olume’
New song(navodaya) by poet kayyara kiyyanna rai:
New feel new life new power filling
Song should be sung once:
Severe serious feeling
wave spreading
Valiant sound should rise;
Throwing away bonds of caste-creed- community-religion
Should sing expanding(enjoying) chest;
Beyond epochs and
epochs in world and world
That song should thunder
Rising on highly high solid
Himalaya peak
Should be sung there;
Words of song bullets flying in ten directions
Should follow back of fear;
To lion roar of male chest three tens three crores
Should mix tone;
at inner depth of earth
sky wheel globe
echo sounds should arise;
jada sleep exploding in valiant laugh
sky and earth should enlighten;
in behavior and words in rhythmic moov of fee
spark of revolution should irritated;
victory mother lifting head
with valiant hope
listen to new song
and see;
see no beginning and never before-fate of those days
completed
today is new new
song;
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I am not mere embryo:
by poetess malathi pattanashetty:
mother
I am your daughter
Bud of body
Blosomm of your dream
I am not mere embryo
Hey mother
All medicine becoming poison
All tablets becoming poison
Have become bondage to my breath!
I am not mere embryo
Hey mother
My world is small
Black nail following
back?
I am not mere embryo
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Friendship: by poet chennaveera kanavi:
Friendship’s vast spread under banyan(tree)
Have settled in cool
of cool shadow;
Endless durbhara(……………).Hard pains and sorrows of life
Heats I have swallowd in silence
friendship is amrutha
to this world
except that what is there in life-dead while living!
Here no cheating no fickleness(mided) even a little
No differentiation of
above and below(superior and inferior)
No reason of ego
hatred character no
First of all there is no smallness hesitation
Mind is sky broad,chest clear pond like
Feeling pure alum-
moon light !
Tastier than salt more relative than mother
No this proverb word I have heard
Purity and taste of
friendship is higher than this
If this adventure done what is defect?
What found and found people
know this
One who has eaten
has it’s hadanu(moderateness)
Some how korpu(………………..) which has come by giving shoulder
Without bending to
pros and cons
Happy in joy partner in sorrow
Like paka(………….) of life juice
Embracing all
Embracing all sarasa and virasa
Live like sandal by
rubbing life!
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Hope : by poetess b.t .lalitha nyak
Jasmine bud blossoming
spilling scent around
Whenannounced welcome of vasantha
In branch of mango tree sitting kokila
Mixed in that one kukila raga
Jasmine wabling had
called kokila
“Dear friend sing one
song
Mover of sky golden
treasure of experience
Tell what is world news”
What shall I sing what shall I tell
Don’t know words of
fancy and colour
World is caught in net of artificiality
No value to reality
Man put axe to rich head of
nature
Has completely dipped
in selfishness
On wall draws plant
creeper figure
Has forgotten soil smell
Mango jasmine and it’s jhenkara(humming sound)
Song mood of poetic imagination
Don’t dry up (nalugadiru) on hearing this this earth is not barren
Fountain of infinet love flows here and there
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Child and fruits :by poet H.S Shivaprakash
In front of fruit stal eye blossoming child
Here in this curve suddenly appearing(incarnated) black lorry’s smoke
Air naughty nail
stones thrown by naughty don’t make you to fall in nut stage
you also become fruit stall
in between pledge shop
wastage(gujari) dust spread
town’s market
child you should become fruit
whole body maturing
till folds of fruits come
like matured split(birida)
banana fruit
like that bend a little
if fattened like
chakothe
if shrunk like lemon
to get soured in
yourself
let yourship equalize
in right size
like orange,like mosumbe
like rasapuri mango
fruit
like anjura become rareto people’s eye
if seen appear as
water melon
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Shabari by
dr.v.seetharamaiah
1
Shabari is waiting
That rama will come
Will get worshipped by me
Wandering in forest forest
Wandering begging tree and tree
Bringing blossomed flowers
Selecting matured fruits;
Drowning bathing in pond
Wearing white silk cloth(madi)
Coming to doorstep
Waiting standing in door border(hosthilu)
Tender air rubbing
Lifts ear and sees
In air if leaf shakes
Thinking as walk sound
To see at distance
climbs tree and stares(sees)
lifting hand on hill
seing behind hand
2)
Come rama rama
Is coming coming
Anxious day and night
Many years have spent
Like shabari ,people daily
Epoch and epoch is calling
Earth trying to rise
is paining in anxiety
hopes fading
desiring all mind
waiting shouting all
day
awaking all night
wheather will come or not
wheather seen or not
chanting penancing always
doubt and
anxiety fixing
come rama come come
come protect poor
love of these
(people) not seen
failed words dumb
love
awaiting are people
that rama will come
will get worshipped by us
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House filling : br dr v.seetharamaiah
A flower grown in
our house front yard(angala)
Have brought to keep
in your lap
Take this child light of your house
Offering to fill up
your house
She does not know concealment,cheat,curves(bends)
She does not know non
beiief
Grown up without
seiing,bearing difficulties
Rear(protect)
her we are submitting daughter
When shadow of hardships
come shakes and dries p
Like big snow tiring flower;
In joy abbnd sorrow
in presence of all conditioms
She is daughter standind on your part
The taste of milk and fruits
she is giving
For ever her behavior
on your part;
She has come out from
our family and house
As come to make grow
your family
Accepting your wife be happy child
Your daughter in lax –sister take her;
In her courtesy let your fame grow
Your caste
chasity become fragnant
Became out of
delivered house today you daughter
This house ,these
people are your’s in future;
They are mothers,friends,make to grow luck
These people’s god is your god .
Stop wipe your tears,stop mother we will go
Mothers ,fathers,take
her;
Name Fame of both
houses remaining
Live in full longevity (long life).
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Rama name: by dr
da.ra.bendre
1)
Remaining quiet,makes draft
That self form is known
Simply,sushumna sleep dark
Light itself was
hidden.
2)that this
opposite(edura –badara)
Behind Theme (kernel) shadow
Now means now ,then means then
Always one(same)
Onde ( only one)rama vande (thanks) rama
Only one sama ,soma (moon)
2)
Southis region of coco and areca nut
If border appears tat side
Dakshinamurthy by himself
Turnigg face to south
Therefore to svathma(self)
To that brahmanista group of
rushies.
Self rama , he all desires
completed total
At this moment,now moment.
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Request (korike) : by eshwara sanakalla:
Let all world be laughing!
Let cry of world for me!
If I cry will not world lift me
up?
If I laugh and world weeps ,can it
be seen?
My chest emptying(opening)
Let chest of earth spill(boil)
Will make to flow my cest in earth!
Earth drying what if my chest
spills?
Forest getting rich
Let poverty be for me!
If hand stretched – will not
forest give to me?
If forest body reduces what to do?
Filling up universe
Is eshwara starts crying
He will come to protect(sythidalu,sypidalu)?
To tell ‘hey father’he himself
will protect!
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Flower woman : by m.v. seetharamaiah:
Selling Flower
Flower woman
Singing coming
‘Ghama ghama flowers
Want’telling
Singing coming
White jasmine
Yellow chapaka
Green new maruga;
Kept and tied
wanted asking
singing coming.
New sevanthi
new iruvanthi
arasina(……………….) palm present;
in pure malle
green crop(tufts)
joined garland is there.
Spilling fragrance
Red rose
Blossomed new lotus
White jaji
yellow jaji
blossomed white lotus
various flowers
do you want asking
singing coming;
selling flowers flower woman
coming singing
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First become man: by dr siddaiah
puranika
Study and become Brahmin
Fight become kshathriya
Become shudra vyshya
By laboring earning
What ever you become
what ever you like
which ever is good
first become man
become hindu muslim
become bouddha christha
become charvaka
desiring enjoyment
what ever you become become as
blessed
what ever is right
first become man.
Become politician
Become nation patriat
Artist,scientist, businessman you
become
What ever you become
What ever you desired what ever is right-
First become man.
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Mahathma:by poet gangadhara
chiththala
On that day Your blood spilled on
ground
Soil shaked,day- flower dried up
Man is humba(mad) getting
irritated,life is upasthanbha(…………………………)
Here killing of better – banadithu(became bird?)
Bloodful history had shouted in human race
What is needed for earth to become nandana(divine garden)
Knowledgeful eye,love filled chest
Life not knowing challenge,this is
enough.
Like that came with anxiety brought affection of mind
Black snake of enemity told you
will cool(console)
Poison on this side upset(kolahala,tumult)
Throwing smile of amrutha walked and came
Even in dried
up chests thevu(………………….) of kno. Had
bud out
To peace and
samarasa this was felt first(beginning)
In region ofstone chest this is
flower kusuru(…………………).aha this
Stammerof coming luck of epoch.
Ehavior of forest of man had not yet completed
To your hunt mother –soil shook
Man is irritable mad(humba) life is upasthambha
Killing like this how many? Sky shook.
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Gift: by poet subbanna ranganatha ekkundi
Which gift shall I give today to you?
O my dear state (nadu) on your birthday
In valleys of malnad present
in green silence
Shall I bring one parrot for you?
In waves of ocean playing swing
shall I give net of rain bow to you?
Along with many rivers lifting
notes singing
shall I bring you veena of slow
air?
Giving bunch(thene) of pearl protecting in affection
Shall I sow (fix) plant of
kalpavruksha?
Carrying many symbols shining
family of kings
Shall I bring pallakki(cradle) for
you?
In soil in water iving light and life
Shall I swing fan(chamara) for
you?
What ever is
given your due is not paid
I have nothing in me as mine
O my dear state in same way accept
One leaf (esalu…………….) bud?) of love my one song.
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Summary of similarity(samyasara)
By poet ku.shi. haridasa bhatta
One big ,one small
One short,one crossed
Five fingures of one hand
Is of five kinds(different)
Enemies of similarity
Give this only opposite(idiru)
Pull non flowing breath
Enjoy we have won.
Present five types of fingures
But what oozing of blood
One type for all fingures!
Here there is similarity.
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Raga : by poet b.c. ramachandra Sharma
Again again pressure of talk
Request and trouble which worry?
In what kind of speech shall I give hope
When love becomes ocean love is foam
Entering bush (pode shrub)of chest opening hood standing
Becoming curse what a wonder?
Coming from that much broad eye
border
Had swallowd light black cloud?
Eye blossoming mind rolling here and there
When returned to your soil again
To green of ocean blue of sky
In head burning sunlight shadow yoga.
I melting in you becoming snow
Downed month light in and out
Red of vasantha moving becoming
cool
Coming to moderateness(hadake) of
magi wonder
Step wife(savathi) to art and poetry
You are a poetry coming as talk
Becoming Fascinating body,tell
Even for poetry like you is raga
needed?
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Tortoise: by dr H.M.Channaiah
Carrying unbearable weight stretching neck
slowly out,smelling air
rolling(crawling) on stomach
tearing chewing
eat grass (blade) one after another;
crawling in dust,swinging(jeeki) in my stool
standing on four legs,holding breath,straightening
lifting body moov by one inch;
my world is vast; surrounding thorn fence
water of artificial pond is at
four
step distance; I crawl in dust
from above knife(sword) of sun
light
when pricks(pierces) head, in neck
laughing child thrown fallen stone hit pain.
For sake of artificial pond thirsting for water
I am Boiling;if tried to moov
towards that enough
From immeasurable depth unknown named comes
From all four sides passing it’s
tubes slowly
Embracing ,tightening hold
Binds.i being caught in bondage
even
not able to moov, in weakness folding body
dried up hand leg face whole neck
withdraw in shell and sleep un explodable (unsplitable)shell
embraces s though exploding. I
within shell
under hair split of life and death
for artificial pond
water see dream
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To chap off forest it needs
no special expertise
But to grow flower garden much effort skill is needed
Ownership of mines of pearl and ratna is not unique achievement
But to protect orphans is real service,help to others
From living money pride miser kuberas(richs) no profit to world
No spirituuual support from them
even after death
Expenser(dundugara) as he spends self unearned mney
It exchanging hand,makes it moov
indirect economic expantion.
Miser is dangerous to society
Not eating even himself,not even allowing others to eat-
Dog in stable.
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Without you what is there to me? By poet m.n. vyasarao
Without you what is there to me?
All mind is settled in you
All dreams are
arrested in eye.
Waiting for you I pained for you
Bitter pain of
separation you brought day and night
You did not see what is desire of chest
you filled in me only
dark
only light I wanted
from you
throwing ray of love
opening inner colour
in dried up chest land making to flow flow of life
releasing me remove my anxiety
will get new life
from you
will world I will see
from you
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There are few things: by poet ramjan darga
Hey rose
Tell where is time
To write poetry upon you
Now iam
Removing people those who have grown you
Pricked thorns
I am removing.
Gold (china) no patienceto see you
I won’t have
Pieces of my poetry
Are wiping
Removing you o
sweat of body of those who have
become black
paths
boring to see you now
really tell
will you go on any day
towards hut of those
who formed(composed) you
tell electric lamps can you remove
dark of life of those
who brought you here?
1)soldier and woman: by poet subbanna ranganatha ekkundi
1)burning hot,red dust,body full of dust
Soldier got down
from horse by seing people
“can you give me some water”
asked woman
came quickly filling pot
“you are tired lease come
inside and rest
spread mat for sitting
“leave it I will sit under shadow of tree
It’s branches are
embracing cool”
“honey is full in
cup,in this vessel
Cold water take take
here is fan very hot
you know
Swing (blow) air from this
Then at once suddenly came blowing south air
At distance heard
music
Emiting in tender mango bud,traveler told
See there is no jolada pali”
He ate honey drank water laid down
For some time in
shadow of cool air
Rising(awaking) put thadi(bed) to horse and prepared
Again for his distant
journey
“ will go and come mother he told wearing jacket(shield)
Wearing sword in his
waist
Woman told ‘yes’ you
come again
You should come again
here when you come.
“ I forgot to ask
your name
The way in wich you go let there be shadow of goodness
Seing blossomed flower hearing kokila sound
Wy was there filling up of eye and neck?
Soldier told “moter came to my memory
My place is banavasi ,for me today
Today which I go is
also path of
poetpeople call me
‘pampa
…………………………..end……………………………………….
Two farmers: by poet
ranganata subbanna ekkundi
“this might be the ouse
See chathra is residing here
Spurting leaves and buds ave filled up
Bees have come here for rasa(juice) with sound’
“it seems like tat only bhyrasima
Here deers have walked with joy
Flowers sheding their drops on cheek
Blowing is cool air of fragrance ‘
To invite the
relatives who have come
Like stretched arms
open
Sounds eard near the door waiting
this might he they thougt
waiting wit joined
hands came outside
he,snowless early morning
like cloth
sawl on shoulder
smile in face
as though siting one
butterfly on leaf(hombale)
said”come in what do you want?
who are you? With doubt
the people told” it
is shivarathri
we ave come for travel
we are but farmers,neigbours
by seing
mahakaleswara very happy
we heard that you are
great we came to see you
are you not
kavirathna kalidasa?
Submitted kanva’s daughter
to king?
on that day faced the
curse of that girl
accident avoided by ring?
Twist of innocent silence of ambika wit fragrance
rised to hase(sacred
bench) singing kindness of shiva
carrying kavadi(…………………………) of rasa season wheel
of beauties,hills clouds talking about
are you not flower of fence tree asked
with hesitating tone
called,after showing
ospitality poet asked
“wat can I do for you?
Told byrasimha “yes
sir yes
The cloud which has sent from
Ramagiri to alakavati yakshini?
Regarding some thing
with you
For requesting bot
have come
Our crops have stood
dried up
Without drop of water, will you tell to cloud
“On the way pour water to them also’
………………………..end……………………..
Word pearls:by S V.Parameshwara bhatta
1)If donkey hits you on
some day
If you don’t hit to it in return
If donkey itself returns the hit
Most of pain is to
you
2)Diging at the
ten places for about one feet
Don’t say water did not come
Dig about ten feet in one place water comes out see
3) the golden day which I gave
You have made it useless
making red face sees only
me
Sun while goingaway (seting away)
4) do you wont sing
in rainy season
Asked baka(…………….) to
peacock
Where frogs make sound silence
Is better told
peacock.
5)if you swim against river
flow
Living fish is needed
To swim along with
flood direction
a rotten stick is enough
6) what is there in name?
if beautiful name
Don’t be taken away by that
If molle flower is
called ‘kalli’
Will it’s fracrance come down?
………………………….end……………………………..
Our strength: by poet B.A.Sanadi
In valley of Kashmir
Red spark of enemity
If explodes ,fear to us?our
Strength is hundred times
To mind indulging in war field
Filling up spirit
Let our
house(kethana)be
Shining head high
What ever may be
field of work
Progress increase!
For our labours and
feelings
may god like us!
Farmer,professional,labourer
Are equal to war!
Why to be
fearful for getting earning
Darkness of hatred!
Holding gun does the
war
Our soldier!
Let him blow
courageous pipe
Our veena player!
To make warfield
colourful
Secured is back side(
background)!
Till having challenge
till success
Where is peace?
In valley of Kashmir
Red spark of enemity
If exploded fear to
us? Our
Strength is hundred times
………………..end………………………..
An old story of china:by poet drB.C Ramachandrasharma
‘good’ ‘good’emperor told
The artist did not rise his head
Seven years of incesent(continuous) meditation
had drawn figure on wall
diping in rasa of nature had created brush
world-forest-river,snow covered mountain
to cloth of black
clouds silk border
stitched moon rays
it is not moonthat is ball wanted wanted
the child in axilla of queen was crying
ughe-ughe was shouting
people(folk)
artist did not smile
in pond water looking at their image
laughed kila
kila mass of stars
whole plant itself plunged giving washed fruit
people stood stretching arm.
Listening was on the bank of
sea
Slept body spilled (lover’s)love talk
On opening eye
standing as witness around
Audians- to cheek of
lass still more red
This is magic -king shouted
Artist did not speak
There was a hill,to hill base half
Closed wooden door
One secret which was not reachable by complete art
Was calling by waving
hands
What is beyond that what is there-asked king
Artist turned towards
door
When emperor made eye
guesture
He opened door and
went off
Fraction of a second
before king followd him
The door was
shut as though air rushing
…………………………….end…………………………………….
To sing is : by
poetess vydehi
Why make up of wordsto sing the song
Does bird singaccording to raga prastara
When sac of emotion
bursts note comes out
That becomes song.that by itself!
Where did our eldersknowhow to write the song
While talking
grinded,purified(keridaru) sorted out
Rubbing silence gave,wept,feasted
Instead of building songthey hit paddy
They magnified in
between ha,hu,hai
That became a song like corn
Where is shortage of
songs to our women
For singing,grinding,stammering speech of little kid
Are not words only
not enough smile of border of mouth not
enough
to small example of
song emiting?
Song can never be built
What is songpaper flower?
Cutting,pasting,smearing relation
(sarige surudu esalu bigidu balavantha(compeling))
(………………………………………………………………………………….)
To keep in pot flower in a corner?
Speaking words are enough to become song
In midst of metal
drumnagari fearful
Leaving fly of l and myself
bell of animal sound
ringing sound
see from where flute
of gopala is flying?
Is asking life erect
Slow moving flock of
sheep seen long back
Memory only not enough
to become song song
to become flood
we are boat house in
the middle of flood of life
when pain turns to joy, we suffer,split(blossom)
pain and tightness
becomes song fragrance
we didicate it to godes of poetry
………………………..end……………………………………………
Open the door give service(seve): bykanakadasaru
Open the door give
service hari
Did you not hear even if shouted|pa|
In supreme post in
bed of snake(serpent)
You with lakshmi in
middle of sea
The king elephant in trouble called ‘adimula’
came at the moment
immeadeatly available narahari ||
the wicked with severe anger holding sword in hand
hitting the pillar
asking where is your god(lord)
the child worshiped you with firm devotion incessantly
with grandure broke out of pillar narahari||
to queen of dharma
raya(yamasutha)gave endless cloth
in time you protected
ajamila
is there to me and
untime for you lover of devotees
lotus eyed adikeshava of kaginele
…………………………..end…………………………..
Song of prayer (prarthana geethe) :by
chandrashekhara talya?
The green of which bud
when did it sprouted in that hill
let dizling(wet) river flow cooling hot earth cool air blow
the somg of which bird
sowd dreams in that colourful fancy(show off)
seven colours
blossoming
golden twinkle
of gift(kanke) open eyes
beauty of
earth’s body
spreading all around there fountain of light
emit everywhere
hell of burning earth burn and end
on which fence
urge(tevalu) of thorn
and thorn there let flowers blossom
let fragrance float
and come
ashes poured shadow
hesitate
hissing serpetts
moving sara sara
shiva who swallowd poison
let come to huse and house
let there be green garland,and dance of peacock.
………………………………………..end…………………………
Ahaiya: by poetess sukanya kalasa
Before I am killed(murdered) I should become a stone
Not by gouthama’s curse
In colourful brindavana wandering mind
Before squeezing my neck
I should become a stone
Worrying like this
I had watered the plants
as eye for eye of gouthama
to give heavenly joy
I had stood only my toe tips
The
begger(bhyragi,saint) neglected me
I became hot iron due to indra’s cheat
I had bent(surrendered)and cooledas per his desire
I was eye for eye
Only enjoyed for fraction of a second
To gouthama’s cold
breeze both of us shivered(tattarisu)
I became solid ice
Indra became eyes
bodyful
To melt myself”boy,
Let ramas heat(heart?) be available”
no gouthama desire
for me only desires of becoming human
I know
Serpent of gouthama may not rise hood again
Can’t sow(seed)
everything in me
Due to rama’s touch(contact)
Stone spurt out
(burst out)
Not a
lady(woman,female)
…………………………end…………………………..
What if I am poor dear:
What if I am poor dear
I will give hand meals
to you
Embracing chest fully with pressure
I will pour kiss rain
In land of your chest
You will becomequeen
In my small hut I will
Make you a queen
By hitting to chest of rich(haves)
I will cover your body respect
Taking you by
my arms
Cool you by going
rond the world
By gracing sweat at
flower
I will make you to
laugh by keeping in your hand
By giving(touching) shoulder to shoulder
Make you to wear armlet(tholabandi)
By standing across flowing river
I will make a way
for you
By swallowing cold(chills)
and rain
I will be your shadow light
What if I am poor
………………………….end…………………………
Song of
resolution(sankalpa geethe):
Dreams surrounding
around
Let us light lamp
of love
Ship is oscilating
to slow wind
Let us driv carefully(cautiously)
For polluted river water
let us become rains of monsoon
to infertile forest and hills
let us touch by
becoming vasantha
by erecting the fallen ones
let us build new hopes
the wall between men
and men
let us destroy becoming
bridge
…………………………….end……………………….
Let our beautiful kannadaland arise: by huyilagola narayana rao
Let our beautiful kannada land irise
Life is treasure of strength nest good
respect(self).
Land of mother of enemy
of kings parashurama
Land of rise of
hanuma who jumped across sea
Bundle(fire) of
adventures of kings shining by ojas(brightness)
Residence of valients
giving us tejas (brightness)
Mother land of holy
females of krishne and bhime
Beautiful land where kavery and goda wash body
Walked by Poets
giving spirit to anybody
Protecting residence
of gadag’s veeranarayana
………………….end……………………………..
Vande matharam by
bankima Chandra chatarji
Thanks(namaskarams) to mother
Good water good fruits
cool air
Plant shyamala,mother
Female excited by
pure moon light
Ecorated by joy
flower drumadala(……………… petal)
Good smiling good
melodius speaker
giver of joy and
giver of boons mother
thans to mother
…………………….end……………………..
In streets of capital by arif raja:
Fruits of modern times are not edible
I will eat cattle muton
I will eat pig mutton also
But I can’t eat human lives
for eating cattle
mutton
make me to run nackedly
for eating mutton
made fatva by making me
dharma bhrasta
if self constructed peace of moraleof an animal
if any god is adultrated (becomes unhhhol)hh whhhhat to
sahhh
foolsh any fool of all the anhimals(creatures)
is man only I feel
in streets of capital like hhhhhhhead turned dogs
it is not new thhhhhhat god’s communism agents are fighting
all together chut thhhe throat of inhnocenhhht(ahmahakas)
plah colour festival by spilling embryo of pregnant mothers
do alayi by burning
shops
if name is the cause of all \make the human origin(source)
nameless on earth.
To yhe devils within you sitan and
Itemples whhhhic are free
by themselves
Are affraid
In any way you are traders of death
We are people who carry the dead bodies
Fallen on street(on our shoulders)
There …………………. Of of
those ………..made
Garland by differing the guts(intestine)
God is like a mirror
No body has seen the real face of mirror
Accidentally lip contacting bees
have fallen
unconscious here
in streets of capital
to whom we can cohmplain
in rule of mads?
We are ver far
awa from capital
……………………………….end………………………………..
AgendaLpranalike):
We are laboring people
When our authority
comes
We make polices
magistrates as men
Tanks will become buldojars.
Land of pit and ups become equal
In mouth of gun
Sparrows will build
nest
Under red light
Gardens will rise
Only one time let chance occur
Full earth globe
We sow seed of peace
Next
Our children turning dictionary
Search meaning of
veeragallu(valients stones)
……………………………..end…………………..
Poor (we are):
written by sukanya maruthi:
‘Haves (rich) will do shiva temple’
What shall we do poors|
If you depend upon
shadow of
Which has over
grown fat(obesity)
Fine temples may happen
How shall we make
Empty stomach into
temples?
Closed eyes decorated
Spects shining is
excess (more)
Brightless eyes
Light how can we enlight?
In needed make our
Body as dandige
Dried up and thin
Make empty head sore
Dried up sound
Nerves have become fine strings
Play once from stick of
figure bone
String will tear off ‘phat’
All instead of rasa of devotion
Flood of sorrow will flow!
…………………………..end……………………..
Silver jubili of independence: by shylaja udachana:
Desire to me my son
Let him walk by birth only
As soon as it is evening
Desire of seing thousand stars
From coloured cloud of
eah minute
Why dream of measuring epoch(yuga)
How much got
Let us give and take then only business(transaction)
Morning Rays of life
Let us not count
defects (black)
Tomorrows world is
calling
Why delay in preparation
At least today joining
mind and talk
Let us do marriage come
Still time has not
passed
If we remain like that only
Separated
(broken)marriage is not far away
Shadow of black
blowing it’s
Let our openion be to us
No comparison with equal relatives not needed
When inner mind burns
Full light is definite
At youth of twenty one
Worry of beauty is natural
Broken mind uniting
Fountain has to sarit(……………………)
In enthusiasm of youth
is boldness
I Will hit earth and extract water
Without melting of heart how
Good ganga will flow full india
I and you are single
grain separated
How will crop come?
Unless decision and good work unite
Will not forget our land temple
…………………..end…………………………..
To baba sahib ambedkar : by channanna palikara:
Next day after you
went life has become as before Baba sahib
No body one who
laboured showing interest have come still
Rising up everyday
our news and celebrations telling
is not yet avoided
Wherever gone play of
upper castes(class) will allow to burn
inside
Where ever heard sound of boot legs various pains to us
Unless we are like them cut head ,freedom is only for name sake to us
In path of going and coming obstructing legs joining have spread fully
Life of people grown well
and saved have beaten uring day
only
Their talk is like that of birds behavior if brinjal enemity
between talk and behavior
When all religions
have told same why our people have
remained bitter(khara)
Hand leg ear nose body mind head eye havw we lost
Bodyful houseful
caught face seal screaming struggling
death
Eating wearing by laboring
till nght woods are burning very much
Rich people have sit in vehicle now our distance is not far
Up to what darkness
morning should occur stars are
shining above
All over world those
who have cried before are sitting firmly
How much they will burn
how much they will know There is
limit for tollerence for all
In spite of tollerence
they will sting(bite) as scorpion
poorman is not ordinary
Baba sahib is not mad ,did not remain with Gandhi simply
For struggling so
much this much is our life do you know
brother
………………………………….end……………………………..
History(ithihasa) by baraguru ramachandrappa:
Water flowing here
not water they call
theertha
stone fixed here
not stone sir they call god
the death which hits
not death but call moksha(liberation)
for poverty here
no reason
sin of previous life
in trees growing here
branches have killed leaves
in plants appearing
here
leaves have swallowd flowers
in air which is
blowing here
rhythm of tradition
hard hill has fear
of wound
due to airbull
past catching present
has weared (worn) blind shield
in history of century
shield has fight of
sword
there is time for creation of history
for light of
rebel(bandaya) there is land(earth)
………………………………..end…………………………..
Come out only once:by b.t. lalitha nayak:
Closing yourself
Diged ponds andpits
Making to fall
walls and towers
built by yourselves
Come out only once
If you can
Doors of mata church in front muzjids
become fuel for your
ovens(fire)
built in your ola new head s
hiting big spider once
and throw off agrahara and holigeries (slums)
embrace becoming one;
then light water
earth sky
one feel one formbecome your
your ideals
thirty three crores
self imaginated
get down into
net of reality
people like you with flowing red blood
this land’s class peoples
you recognize –unite
then
dry statues of stone and wood
becoming furnitures
to your and our house
fertilized metal
statues becoming
toys of small childern
their silver gold
eye mustache long teeth(canines)
will be displayed (
exhibited)in
towns and towns
museums
………………………….end…………………………..
Neelambike: by poet channaveera kanavi
Good politeness filled up vessel
Brought neelambike
In yard(angala) of kalyana
Sprinkled to chandas(mwtre)
Rangoli of equal mind
Smoke in and outside
In passing hosilu(doorstep)
Non shaking lamp
Great mother of great house
Spreading clean
madi(holy cloth)
Reserves for dasoha (food distribution)
Satisfied laugh
susalu
From whre where group mass
Cooling singing blessing
Filling
Treasure of devotion
Spreaded moon light
Eor pain of hand of ayya
gave ornament
weared practice of
mystic decoration
became shadow of
basavanna
became crystal to fingure
became corn(aralu) in
linga
for worship with
fragrance
what pain she never told
wife did not hear
wife
like that went to
confusion of kalyana
water flowing in in
kudala
has become clear come
neelambike came to memory
bring her quickly
in karasthala basava form
going beyond effect
the play which basavaiah played
showing towards linga
here and there dual
union in palm
was there ,not here?
Jangama is life of world
In stand of neelambika
Mahalinga shining
Devotion kalasha of
basavanna
Washing feet of sangama
In air as air
Great light submitted
Melting in prana linga
Neelambara twinkled!
……………………….end……………………………..
Gouthama came to river bank:
by vikram visaji
Gouthama was seing from bank of anoma
Heartless body
Air not coming place
Lightless his palace
Remembered yashodhara
In rain as though sunlight blossoming
Her eye ,nose,,lip,chin
Remembering one by one
Chest exciting ‘jhal’
Here heart was slowly crying.
Rahul’s little little steps
coming in front of eye
buded leaf of mango tree as though oscilating
from some where thousands of legs
losing moovment rotn smell
was touching(hiting) the nose
seven days after mother’s death lifting me in lap
loving pampering singing cradle song giving hand
meals(kaituttu)
fiding heaven in
itself only if laughed
remembering gouthami
mind was as
though moonlight entering.
Son should rise to throne should rule state
Should wander in midst of smiling face of dancers
Dreaming like this
shudhdhonana’s
Bird of dream beating it’s wing pata pata
Was moving in front of him
Was oscilating was
hissing
Gouthama thought for
a while
Below dark of that sky
In sounding river bank
In body kissing cool air
Suddenly
in dark sky
instantlt
lightning of light flowing
smearing (pating)back of kanthaka(name of his horse)
for meaning of life
for search of love
………………..end……………………
PledgeLprathijne)
by v .kru.gokak jnanapeeta awardee
In free meter(chanda)
In jalakreeda circle(vruttha)
Every day waves holding
beats(tala) and rythms
Don’t roar(pride) telling that you have written poetry
Is there anybody who
have held (arrested) sea?
by digging well can forewater be dried?
Even in prarabdha of
abja(…………..)words also
Great ocean’s one
particle can’t be caught?
Don’t give to sea oath(deeksha) of shatpadi(six lines stanza
Enlight as water water
Become nadamaya(soundful) in and out
Flow as joy joy,moov as down down
If opened as wave wave
As foam foam may flow
Let freedom of sea boil –spill!
Remain –go beyond
forewater’s
nirvayalu(………………………..)!
What is old (degenerated) drown in water trance(Samadhi)
Let all new born and
come-at depth of heart!
No! jail of bonds;
what is written may become beautiful
enough circle of circles (vrutthas)
let your bend be like dance of sea!
Including waves and waves
As sea of nine colours
Vruttha(circles) and bonds met
Poet become sea!
come and meet!
become samudra gupta
(latent sea) of poets!
…………………………end……………………………….
Become light hey mind: by poet pu,thi.na|pa|
Become light mind become light mind
Fly leaving me
Fly and reach hari.
If attached to me you will become dirt
If you leave clean
and defectless(nishkala)
Flow leaving me
Go forward and reach hari
|1|
Flying in vast of blue sky
Reaching border of sky like post
Milk ocean slept shyanmasundara’s
Play in breath you
becoming his breath |2|
Loving lightblosomed flower
air when comes
You go along with
mind
Listening to fun words of
innocents
remember nandagokula
mind |3|
melting attachment of
sorrow folding feather
wet in colour of shyama
bathing rising in
that holy kalmia
mix with beautiful eyes brightness |4|
………………………….end……………………………
Sister is born: by smt savitha nagabhushana:
No celebration ,no enthusiasm
Environment of suthaka(…………….) in house
Like desire
Breast milk has dried
up
Begeted mother worries
To rise up cradle
nail is not available
father grumbles
in market sweet
has suddenly increased
making fine song
singing
grand mother’s throat has
also
tightened(infected)
from distance only told
relatives best wishes
no body has suggested
name to child
leave let it go
some body consoles
enough enough
sigh itself becoming
name
decorates child
despair, negligence
to tender child how
will it understand?
Smooth little tone
Piercing jada world
Fistful of younger sister
Mudi( a measure) sized elder sister
Embraces with affection
Gives fearlessness
………….end…………………………..
Jaji jasmine:by
satyananda pathrota
In little hut no bad dreams
In mind and dreams jaji jasmine
Around dead nerves no
hungry snakes
Blossomed buds on
branch branch
How many crows came , how many eagles
ate
No clerk to keep the
account
Though for all
piligrams (travelers)
festival(jathre)
No anger on any body.
Before sun rise climbing forest hill
With laugh has run their
journey
Swimming plant ocean
for world welfare
Their eyes have emited moon light
Coming of Buddha-basava-gandhi is over
Their pain has no
beginning and end
Growing pearl and ratnas in pit of painful chest
Not even once found jiggery in life
Patience of earth’s tollerence has stood stagnant
Going beyond
land-language
In small hut no bad dreams
In mind –dreams jaji jasmine
……………………….end………………………..
Lamp wearer(deepadhari) by poet channaveera kanavi:
One…two…three…
Each one flower light
Child keeping first
of all little steps counted
Creater!
Is keeping little
steps learning walking one
Good moment(shubha
muhurtha)
As though lifting
earth system(globe) above
Rises up suddenly;
Swinging walking
running on strings
Various exercise;
He also knows all
it’s gattu(style?)
Come and see once; pride and style(gardigammatthu)
what ever step kept is posture
what ever
walked is path
if missed eye he is
universal traveler!
What ever he holds is stubbornness
What ever he
talks is veda
All arguments will tear bottom and run
If rises ,-
Thotthalanduliva(…………………..) sacrifice horse!
If falls- he has no it’s knowledge(sense)
Rising falling rushing walking joy
Travel of adventure-
Now only is running
training for some next
struggle(fight)
Under his presidentship
should go
This house each work
If missed-
Without seing front and back will blow
War pipe(kahale)!
We have no boldness of standing speaking in front of him;
Since morning to
evening continuously burning sun!
If plays ,will go on playing : behaves as per his own
will(manasukharaya)
(Namo vighneshwaraya)
Stone or thorn –he does not care anything
Diamond bodied|
Recently has learnt
New Plan of crying
without tears in eye
Next moment-good moment –what flashes to him
What gets down from moonland
Blosoms this much broad
smile of round jasmine
As though emited all beauty of this life
Somewhere rises hands
to ten directions
Calls waving unseen
;
In front of His black
eyedancing peacock
Lifts some figure and shows
Searches Removes moon
behind sky
In one vision searches(jaladu) stars
If sees flower joys
smells this rasika(interested)
To stytalk
(banuli,akashavani)teaches new song
Holding sun ray stick wants to rise up
In soil selects gold particles
Counts feather
of birds flying above
hits and talks
with silent airs
during day continuous worker,at night pide piper
in sleep mover in yaksha world
shining monthly light to his tender eye
in path of day lampwearer to us
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Rice (food) sacrifice: by dr da. Ra bendre (anna yajna):
No milk to kids,animal killing is taking place
Grain is there no
food,mad of money has held
Dark there no light,
fire has attached to world
All is there where is not there here only in sorroundings
As though enough give
at time of need
Butter Oil pour come
to hungry stomach and head top(netthi)ss
Remembering coming death few are eating more
Grain is not enough
to peoples jealous
Even after seing this
don’t rise to anger
In it’s stomach has
born this devil’s(ghost) madness
If you want to live in life patience is needed
Life may become death
if merely pained
Grain store is
war,people’s dead body Will they earn
for death. ?
Who for whose life will they die for some hand?
Protecting hands are killing ! will they moov towards death
Those who penance
for will they hold seed of life?
In midst of sea of tears
are floating are grounds
Mother’s milk is boiling as waters became red
Sowing existing
ground making land what ever exists
To living mouths food
should be fed
Annadana(food donation) is great sacrifice(yajna)Ifoodless
can’t rule
Concealing (covering) food who lives is great
wicked(khula?/)
In competition on earth rather than theme (hurulu)empty (hollow,jollu)is
more
Win and die to get likings of mad people
Again on chest of earth
bunch of crop flag stand
Let the words that
life is better than death win
From body of poison let fountain os rasa emit
Let love come as fruit in words of poet
No people who lick gold and live,distribute(enhance)
anna(food)
Brothers don’t mix soil in rice.s
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Those carrying petromax:by poet jambanna amarachintha
Who are these who are these?
Towards which are going?
Since long time(from generations to generations) on head
Who carry light and moovthose and these,whom to why
Un familiar to their own shadows
Scholar poets forgotten
Folk chandas(metres).
On head heat of lamp
Inside stomach heat of hunger
Boiling through out
lifebecame steam and went
Everyday from stomach delivered hunger
Haves stolen winners in elections
In the light they carried
Shined laka laka!
Who are these ?
Not visible to eye
Carriers of petromax
Under dark of light
Standing as dark
In mud of dark
Carrying and going
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