P0etry of b.r. lakshmana rao
1)mother
Mother at depth of
your heart
I am a fish caught in bait.
Vibrating I am.
You are not cutting gut creeper
Feeding love,mother
Not leaving maya of earth.
In your protective nest warmth
Hide how many days.
Push me out
Will learn running and insight
Will learn
upward(upfaced) moovment
O sky is vast(amazing)
Flying above ,beyond your attraction
Reaching wightless condition
Probing brahmanda
As euel closes(finishes),will surely return
Again to your lap
Towards (Murtha)objective love
2)love –to forget you
Love to forget you I did all whatever
But every where your memory is troubling
In blosomedjasmine your smile only
Honey of flower ,your lip like(type)
In moving air your fragrance
In mango tree your music
sound
Trees have worn our name bodyful
Behibd bushes and bushes
our secrets
Creepers have asked where is friend
Pit of sorrow has become silent without words
3)photographer
Will go to flash marriage photos
For money,joy sake;
Noise,celebration,enthusiasm;
Saree sound,dum dum of drum
Suppley of coffee tifin
Nobody will call me to
Coffee and tifin
Will sit in empty a
chair of corner
Seing:
Bent old peoples dry chat
Buded youths pride;
Anxiety of males
Kashiyathri,jeera jiggery,dhare, mangalya dharane excetra
On finishing
Many faces lotuses
of many lasses,
View,laugh,dramas,
Names
Will get aquainted
My side viskars,goggles,silk shirt(jubba)
Tight pant,pointed shoes
Smile of tony kartis
Curiosity of many young females,likes,
Youths (gumani)suspicion burn.
If head lifted,
Leaning to staircase steps
Forgetting oneself
Rising to
Lifted legs youths nacked white calf muscle,
Exciting somewhere’jhal’
Stops,
My camera eye.
When called for meals
Will tell ‘no’for formality.
Evening
in noise of reception
in sound(kolahala) of archestra
will surround around
pamper and love(lalle)
burn desires
show off fancy
sweet smile of acquaintance
throwing dust of eye angle
make feel blessed(sarthaka)
beautiful dames(rasajwales).
to their every inch and inch
flashinf lightning
suck their beauty
into camara.
Night,before sleep,
Remembering their face cuts
One by one
Radha…..padma…..pankaja….mala….vishala….sunitha….
Call dreams;
Waste!waste!!
At end,
next evening,
reaching(giving) their corresponding
photos to themselves
playing eye of likes mutually,
laughing,smiling
after they go to their
corresponding places,
what remains with me
is
their fadind memory
negatives
only.
4)tovatara:
Tuvatara
Is a peptile present in
Islands of newzeland
This is previous to
dynosar is
Openion of few biologists.
This neutral observer
Of crores of years is
Strong oppose to change.
To first sight though tuvatara
Looks like big chameleon
This is not chameleon;
It’s is one special species.
To dream eyed slow mover
Closed third eye of divine vision.
On faded dull red
body here and there
Yello spots.
Teeth attached to each other
As though one.
On back through out length saw like
Big big scales(shalkas)
In leg sharp nails
Present.
Though tuvatara is good(sadhu)
Bites if irritated,
Scratches,
If not ,( not possible ) shouts.
It’s shout is like sound of our frogs.
This animal is such
a lazy
It has no it’s own
place .(residence)
They hide and sit in pits(caves,bila)
Dug by petril birds.
In night blind dark go
For food hunting.
Even if it comes across small
Stone on road
It moves by
bypassing stone
It has strength of
never cross over and go.
According to it’s nature life style
is also very slow:
In winter long sleep of five months ;
Breath once in seven seconds.
For egg breaking kid
to come out
Thirty months;
For rise of pride (sokku)of youth fifty years.
End of longevity is upto
five hundred years.
As per puranas of
original residents(adivasis)of newzeland
Tuvatara is one fire god.
It cut and killed his won grandson
Who rebelled against him,
She brought first time in world
they will come to it’s friendship
Who is symbol of death.
Till whites came to newzeland
Life of tuvatarahis
Was smooth ,without
Any obstacles;
Later this poor
To white people,
to their mixed species dogs
became game of hunt
came to nonexisting position.
On seing degeneration of
it’s of class of
Ancestral ,peculear animals
With painful mind
Newzeland government
Standing to protection of
tuvatara
Brought into effect few strict rules.(mandatory orders).
to irritate
to trouble,
to kill tuvatara
is great offence.
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tree:
Feel;
tree is more beautiful than poetry.
Tightly
It,s hungry mouth
On earth mother full (filled) breast
Tree is pressing
Through day
Giving it’s green
hand
Lifting face seing god
Praying.
Spreading around
It’s style of hair mass
Making bird nests hair
…………….(bille)
Wears.
To rain
Very freeness with
it,
To sleep it’s chest itself
Is soft bed.
Ass like me can
Also builds poetry;
To make such tree except god
To whom is possible?
Ghasni:
Stealing crawling entered god’s room
Attacked mantap;
Hit and made fell helpless statues
Pulled out and teared garlands;
Ringing bell
announced victory
Dancing,hopping passed urine.
Statue breaker
my lovely son;
not even year completed
harsha.
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Lolita;
Tat immature girl,I call Lolita
In school attendance book her name is different
Remaining teacers call her
her dullard;
But her real intellect
is known only to me.
She is like a tree
(plant) with flowers all over body
Bodyful joy,eyeful of love
Tells who ever want,
pluck and wear how ever much
She has no fear somr body may crush and throw.
If she rises her head and see my heart sprains
When she laughs sweetly ,life wabbles ,spills
Other teacher s call her as ‘make up’ student
But I only know sfe
is alankara(make up).
On day when she makes plat with other boys
I do grammer;
On day she sees andsmiles at me
I sing ‘mysuru mallige’;to other teachers she is only head
ache
But I only know she
is heat of my heart.
Should hear her lovely stammering kannada
If felt like correcting
my promise!
When ever she asks how is this sis?how sir? Like dullard
I feel I should make her
to understamd meaning of male
Other teachers say we shall make her pass
But I only know
difficulty of passing her.
(Punda) naughty boys
write her name all over walls
Adding and subtracting her with somebody;
Dut she divides all these easily
Tells remainder,dividend is zero;
Other teachers call her naughty(chellu) girl
But she is la bella I only know.
Often she like fever
spreads within me whole
Reminds my animalship;
Pulling every root
Makes me to shake (gada gada),burns;
When I indulge in philosophical aspects of death
Stands as
symbol(matapher) of liveliness.
When I see at height in sky
Suddenly laughs she
grabs all stars like coins
Spills to earth,
other teachers have kept her away like a disease(pidugu)(problem)
but I only know joy of vicinity of that girl.
Often she presses pleasantly keeping
her hands in mine.
Searches something by
keeping eye in eye.
Suffers joyfully in tightness of my arms;
Sighs throwing zero (shunya)vision.
No I need her,need her a must
If asked”will you marry me?”
“o,will you marry me sir”asks
Manking me upset;
Balloon explodes’ bhad’ silence covers
All walls fall and laugh;
Seing my
silencelolita smilesand goes
Should stop heh,get her,how/how? ?howr depth
???
this is like last question of ghost.(bethala)
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Depth-height:
Slowly getting down in her depth
His search is for unmanifest
Hid closed eye,his ………………………………(tadavarike)
Burning anger in her eyes.
‘which female would be in his inner eye?
Starts her investigation.
To attract him fully towards
her
Tightens knot of hand and leg.
Goes on digging bottomless depths
Searching for some symbol
Stretching arms touches peaks
To rise up some fountain.
His search is in inner eye light
Sighing waits;”when is explosion?”
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Nattu (nose star):dear,
I won’t spill tear
For your departure.
It imbibes in soil,
Should not wander like
A ghost subliming .
In my eye shell
only will
Keep carefully,
It may become solid crystal;
On some day or other
Sweet bitter kiss
Given just now and gone
May come moist poetry
Breaking shell;
That kiss may become
’Your memory itself
is breath’
as you told
nose star to your heart
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Earth worm:
I don’t want:
Going beyond attraction of this earth
Flying to distant space
Directionless,troublesome
Rocket’s waste
challenge.
I surely don’t want:
Flying in sky,
Throwing bomb to earth
A placepn
Wicked (durta)air group.
I should enter earth;
Entering, should eat soil;
I should get soil’s satva(power)
In my cell and cell life should fountain.
Later in length,obstructionless,
Pass outside;
Even if cut and spilled little by little
Growing
Developing
Siddhi is needed to me;
I should become farmer’s relative
One earth worm.
For time being,(at present)(currently):
A mirror in reflection
Preface at the end of the book
New path on steps
For every curve one street
Sharpening cruel wheel
All straight lines are curved
Love in her budding vision
Fear of whirl at depth
Enemity of ambe poor bhishma
Whole life arrow bed
greeshma(…………………..)
Red eyes on back
Wet ulcer on fruits
Neck twisting black wonder(digilu)
Collapsing hand searches(tadaku) shoulder
Sprain between micro and grass
Beyond stretched hand hesitation
Partha(arjuna) of dharmakshethra sorrow
Again rain again is it needed
Soon after moov of screen
All empty stage unseen(mare)
Got and remained is zero
For time being this itself
is respectable.
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Prayer:
Throw me on a cloud,lord,
But don’t make me a drop;
I don’t want to
return to earth again.
Throw me in a flower,lord,
But don’t make me bee;
Sweet of work may increase and I may die.
Throw me in a pond
But don’t make me fish,lord,
It is not possible for me to be cold blooded.
throw me in a forest
Like pine fruit on green grass;
But red haired squirrels
won’t see me.
Throw me into shape endful stone
But not on stone of
London street
Lord,in this unacquainted city
I am worrying biting walls.
You reversing me on fire
Pulling me away from
flames,lifting
Keep in one silent
white cloud.
Source :bagdan
ozaykowski
Kannada : b.r. lakshamana rao
Retranslation to English:
m.a, raveendra
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Beauty:
A female youth is
taking bath in river
Mad sun’s light on her
His golden rays smearing her back
Spreading shining gold
Mango trees on bank are stretching shadow
To touch face and arms of that girl;
Bamboo is seing with
open eyes as dumb;
Silent, non moving stones thorns
No wickedness any where,no death,no pain,no despair
No storm,no winter;
No jail rods,no wars,no lust thirst;
Here each eye is
beauty lover.
World is at rest,peace is sitting on throne
A female youth is bathing in river.
Source :kaysin kulian
Translation (to kannada): b.r. lakshmana rao
Retranslation: m.a. raveendra
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Two questions:
Yesterday night
In his room
He died.
No he got himself killed.
Draft of letter which he had left
was like this:
“in my black coffee
No sugar.
went to close door suddenly
fingure was caught
and crushed.
Why I should not die?”
Today morning
In front of his room
Big flock.
Gathered people
Grumbling:
“ he is a brain soured(spoiled) mad
To die
What a low absurd reason
to die!”
Let it go,
Are other reasons
More better
Than these?l
Source(English): n. prakash
Kannada translation:b.r. lakshmana rao.
Retranslation: m.a. raveendra
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At middle age
Kokilas won’t sing
Peacock won’t dance
Drum won’t thunder
When count of age startsn
In this middle age
When you are fallen
in love.
Now love
Blood red rushing if seen
Not sounding bull;
Licking forest
Engulfing(swallowing)
Not fire tongue.
Regarding this love
You have no illusion;
This is not surely wonderful romantic dream.
At middle age love
Like knocking door slowly
This is your
tired mind
Conscious action(process)
Medicine healing
Painful wounds;
Sympathy which need
Essentially.
Therefore
Enlighten lamp
Open door
Call her in.
Otherwise that door
Knocking sound may become stand still
You your
Lonelinessneck twisting dark
Suffering
Have to remain.
Source English: n.prakash
Translated to
kannada:b.r. lakshmana rao.
Retranslation” m.a. raveendra
Beloved to forget you: by poet B.R.Lakshmana rao
Beloved to forget you I did
what ever all
But every where your memory is troubling
In blossomed stood
jasmine laugh yours only
Honey of flower is
your lip like
In coming air your fragrance
In mango tree your’s only melody song
Trees are wearing our names
body full
Behind bushes(podes)
our secrets
Creeper creeper have
asked where is friend
Pit of sorrow without
speech has become silent.
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Myself(i):
I am regularly
Five senses,
heart,
brain’s
servant.
In this diameter
only, my
bharatha ,kurukshethra
karma yoga,
universal form vision
liberation.
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Meteor (dhumakethu):
In gothra
In hereditary formula
In my roll in brahmanda
In knowledge requester(artha),in sarthas
searching every where in waste
have responded.
It may be like this also:
I, being caught
in attraction of others
Falling in attraction of others
Missing direction
illusing
Becoming bad
sign(apashakuna)
at last once
completely non existing
one meteor.
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Request:
In this dense
forest in baldy
in west
an egg in stomach
of bird
inside is budding kid
in mind searchinh
hurry desire of bud.
Becoming kid hill l
earth flow starting
Sitting heating
While
bramanda(universe)
If egg breaks
What kind of kid
Comes out to be seen.
Please don’t
Nip off in bud
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Request:
In this dense
Forest, in a
Bald tree
In nest
An egg in stomach
Of bird,
Inside is budding kid
In mindsearching
Sudden desire of bud:
I becoming kid,hill,earth,flow
siting heating
whole brahmanda(universe).
If egg breakswhat kind of kid
Comes out
To be seen.
Please
Don’t nip off in bud.
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Upset(vihvala,disturbed):
In our house’s forest
back yard
Blossom:
Rose ,deli,jasmine,lilly
Kakada,kanakambara,karna
Kundala,alum,
Heart,evening jasmine,needle jasmine
In knot of green bush kukke chkke jaji.
Singing bees,part,sub part
Illuse,colourful
banded
Mind butterfly.
Coconut,mango,jack fruit,
In vessels and vessels
Is flowing
Un rotten,green blood
Of heritage.
In pit of lemon sister’s lovely
Dog’s
Grave barks.
Smooth based smearing thigh
Desire,pumpkin figure
Is playing stringof light.
To this note
In branches branches
of trees and trees
Hundreds of bird’s sound(noise)
Eagle(gidaga bird)
shadow is rolling.
In suddenly split
pomegrenate’s dream
Twinkling is wet red wound.
Dead calf delivered cow
again in cattle house
are grazing with undisturbed mind.
Bunch un buded moon
Banana hangs;
Above
In non clarity of
infinet sky
Spiting smoke
Non clear symbols
is drawing(figuring)
a jet plane.
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Grastha(held):
Tree,left out deep
Ancient roots;
That grandfathers this grandfathers
Left out prop roots(bilalu).
Much;
Shall I also become a proproot?
Or
One bird coming
Pecking eating fruit
Entering as seed
In stomach
Shall I jump this
katte.
Far,away from your
………………………(kabandha) arms
I myself rooting
One rootshall I grow as bud erecting?
But even in seed
My gothra
How shall I be
Free?(independent).
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Keli(play):
Lust covered
To my dark room
Sun beam entering
Emiting light
Girl asked
Dear
Will yoy leave in
The middle(waist)?
I
Oscilating on
Mucous thread
Laughed
Will I leave?
Che
Dear never
Told and
Left.
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Exaggeration:
Hey,
Making to play snake
Making to flow channel
Making to play goal
Your body is divine garden
My eye
Naughty cow grazing there
willfully.
Your face
Book of summary of
lust joy
As attractive as
Front page.
On stage (jaguli)of your shoulder
Sleeping dreaming luck
Not only to your
Nagara (snake)jade
But fit for
Given by me you wearing
Garland of jasmine also.
Even reelms of paper is not enough
To describe those dooms
Making you to earth unseen.
Yout waist
Is
Holy bank of ganga to me.
There only my love
yoga
Leaf hut.
On your string only
my electric moovment.
Within your wavelength only
My love publicity.
Exaggerating
I leaving your sheep
Writingon my lame horse
Through blind
servant’s hands
The love song
Sent to you
Did (it) reach you?
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Work:
Like a play which
makes to indulge
In work which does
not make to indulge
No meaning.
If does not make to indulge
If no joy
Don’t do such work.
A man who goes to his
work outside
Is lively like tree
of vasantha.(season)
He is alive not merely working.
By their thin black hands
Vast black eyes
Indulged static (stagnant)
selves(atmas)
Hindus weaving
Are like thin trees emiting out leaves.
Their weaving cloth
Lively leaves long
white net.
Like tree wearing
it’s own green
They wear white clothes.
Like clothe are also houses,ships, footwears
Carts,cups, bread(roti);
Like insect building shell.
Like bird building nest
like root deepening
like bush wearing
flower and nut
people create them.
Won’t manufacture( prepare).
Then even cities also as before
May become nests arising from people’s body(odalu).
Again it happens so.
People will powder machaines.
At least,to wear leaf like cloth
Appearing from their spirit
And to live in nest
Appearing from hole(bila,nest) drilled and built by rat.
And from their
five nipple like fingures
To drink from cap of blossomed flowers
man will discard his possessing machaines.
Original source: by d.h. Laurence
Translated to kannada:
by .b.k lakshmana rao.
Retranslated to English: by dr. raveendra hosadurga.
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Gopi and gandalina:
Siting in dark of repoli
All poli(rascal?)
friends are
teasing gopi.
Pity(papa)
‘bearer to gopi
Soup of sheep leg
Hen biriyani’if told
‘ no one glass of
cold water’he tells.
‘take drinks,gopi’if told
‘coffee is enough ‘ he tells.
As soon as
gundamrutha (drinks) come
Will run without seing front and back.
To piss urine
To bathroom
Wearing ornament of
sacred thread(janivara).
When like this
On flood of jaz music
on screen of bango
tana
floated , came gandalina
like liquor vessel.
Gopi saw
without moving
round round gandalina
doing cabere
smearing her
body parts
Slow slowly ,in various kinds
Rhythmically,
As soon as she became nacked
Like wondering bird
Gopi was upset.
Sinless.
In bandali (broad vessel)eyes gandalina
In ups and downs
In boiling lust oil
and butter
Blowing chests
swelling
rotating
gopi became bonda.
Her seducing sweet smile
All his his stomach
kadayi(big broad vessel) hunger
Rooted out.
That cabere dancer is half nacked
Moving near him only
Surrounding his
vessel stomach
On his vessel cheek
When kissed his red
lip
Vibrating,gopi
He chewing sucking
Became chewing gum.
At last,tip of tip
Static peak view her respect
Going behind forever
of waist
When sliped
Gopi screaming suddenly
Remembering his wife ‘ha
venkatalaksmi’
Paining wetting brother of other females
to lotus feet of
gandalina
fell over suddenly
or fell by slping.
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Friend song(sakhee geetha):
To father’s
Golden frame
spect
eye
ugly found
my poor female
shaku
to me you only is wanted.
To father striken
White patch(leukoderma) of tradition.prestige disease
In book of my head
Is rooting
Seed of myness.
Herculis told to atlas
“father,if you bring and give my
girl to me
This your dead body weight
Your heritage
I am ready to carry,
Without opposition
I am bound to all your
rules”
If father were atlas ,he would have agreed
But he is yayathi:
Imbibibg burn of my youth
To burden old ash
Struggles.
I jump compound.
From his dull brain
emiting
mandakini
I thank.
Mother’s tear julu
julu
Insects full of my head.
Father mother brother sister
Deficiency of love of all these
Is it possible
to be filled up by you alone?
‘To say possible’ is time witness,
Kamakshi(lust eyed)?
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Atmosphere:
This earth is female
Matured
Like juicy orange
fruit
If nacked nacked
On her round round
Body figure
Other planet,stars
Keep’s(minda) vision
Meteors
Wii they leave without hitting?
For that only to her atmosphere cloth.
Every morning evening
Emiting
This overlust menses
Clothes
in dhobi ghats of
east and west
brings
washer man sun.
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Shadows:
Roll:
Around my loneliness
Dead leaf yellow
Ghost
Shadows;
Dark
Downing to depth of valley
Gone
Went off
Shadows.
Get pained
Downed to depth of throat
Life liquors(drinks)
Burning(vagina) joy.
Burn.
Nest, kid,
Without
Being able to
Leave and go
Love scissor
Gone peoples
Necks;
Figure
Towards me
blosom.
As I walk towards lamps
Behind me
On wall
Opening hood ,opening jade
Fighting laughing
Stretching hundreds of hands
Stagnating in pit
Taken birth by me
Came fear’s
Giant shadows
Hanging to my
Life interests.
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If slept in warmth covering
Tickling bodyful
Wandering here and
there,paining,
My cool mouth
Rubbing to my joints and joints
Body coil coiling(whirling)
Small rat,
This chill(cold).
In covering dark
Hot nacked imaginations
Carving eyeful
Wicked chisel
This chill.
Earth is round
female is fire ball
making to agree
to this flame
struggling umari(umar khayyam)
this chill .
suddenly(chollane)
a small pond
calling freeness this
this chill.
Snacks,
Hot chillies
Bonda coffee
Making excuse (mafi)
To them
Telling hari hari
Folding body
Bearing(tolerating)
Whitened ripen rotten
Old people
Aha! Sleeping embracing
Sounding
Enjoying
Couples
Only
Suitable
This chill.
To white skinned kids
As white death
Mari winter;
To black skinned soil
people
As cool snake
Naughty waist’s
Single joint(janti);
Rathi(love) hathi(kill);big fire,snow
Twin faced is this
Chill(winter).
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Sadya(for the time being):
A mirror in reflection
At the end of book preface.
New path on steps
One street to curve and curve
Sharpening cruel wheel
All straight lines are
curved
All shooted(released)
arrows are curved(bent)
All found darshanas (visions) are curved.
In her angle(bud)
vision love
It’s depth of whirl fearful
Hatred of ambe poor
bhishma
Whole life arrow bed greeshma.
Red eyes on back
On fruits false
ulcer.
Neck sqeezing black wonder
Collapsing hand
searching for shoulder.
Sprain between gross
and micro
Beyond stretched hand
hesitation.
As soon as screen moves
empty stage all behind
partha of dharmakshethra sorrow
again rain again same frog.
What is got remained
is zero
For time being to us
this is zero.
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Fruitless(fruitless):
Sat in dark
Sun cell
Ashada
Not come even
A single black cloud
Is not krouncha( a
bird)
At least did sparrow fell to
cater bil?
Did button pressed
To mind bell?
To war
Mysuru is opposite
To see bangla , Vietnam,isreal
I am not that
heightful.
This insect’s poetry
Can touch severe criticiser’s fragrance
Even if girl gives
hands broken love,
Degeneration(tuberculosis).
Where sun doesnot se there
All these are poets
only.
But,
I am not lame or blind
Narayana……..
Not gouda of spoiled town
Narayana……
Yes in our town not
so many setties
Why here also naxalites do
not take birth?
Bell to rat?i don’t want that risk.
Indira is world mother
Ma rama mangala
goddess
Unemployment,poverty
Bring death of these problems;
Building roof to
mouth and brain
Bring some pain to poetry.
The plant which I
fixed(seeded) did not fold
and bend;
by flower,nut,fruit
did not make show off.
Marivana=
Turiya=self knowledge=
L.S.D.=
Drop out-?
Why are you not angry
Fathereven if I become hippy
Dry peel
Dirty wet?
Seven lasses did not
come
And say ‘rise up’
‘o! calcuta’
Ayyo yours!no rice to you.
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My town:
In front of my town which other town is present?
Not here; green wearing seven coloured nature,
Dance of peacock,song
of kokilas
Hill ,ghat steps
Romantic sense.
Narrow congested dense population
Outsiderness,loneliness,introvert excetra
Bundle;
Loosing and searching
new sense
this my small rain is in
shadow of Pluto tpwn
about all secrets of life
about depths
heritageous lot of(vast) negligence
angry by incidents
intellects by vison
bound by words
not such people’s
group here is likable to me.
because this disinterest,firmness (firm consciousness)ethics
of neutrality,
principle of our country only.
Here are more businessmen.
As usual to them
money madness.
Still they are
likeful to me;
Because their life
How much meaningful?
Here many youths are dullards
They have no sense of
of tragedy,madness of greatness;
Boldness of
going beyond borders
To female youths shyness is
usual.
Weight of magnet of youth,
Fearful fear;
Still they are likeful to me
Because to whom is needed ,show of non
existing condolence;
Obstructing oneself getting artificial maturity
Zero belch.
To here good films won’t come;
That is,not that specially kannada films come;
Foreign films won’t come;
Still our films are
likeful to us.
Because tell where is
available(seen)
Such nine rasaful
Promotion(description)
of four purusharthas?
Here it is very easy
to pass time
If carried;
Life is Still
easy
If died.
Therefore only here
people die on their birthday
Not knowing that
Carrying life like donkey
in straight lines,
At end die
authoritatively
Go off; naturally ,namelessly.
Totally all transactions
are easy,simple,
Difficulty is only
for problematic
People like you and me
For few highly intelligents only.
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