Selective translation of poetry of Poet B R Lakshmana Rao, famous and natural (sahaja) poet to English by Dr Raveendra Hosadurga

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.

……………………………………

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.

………………………………………………………………………………………………..

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)

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….end……

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?”

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

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.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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.

…………………………………end…………………………….

Myself(i):

I am regularly

Five senses,

heart,

brain’s

servant.

In this diameter

only, my

bharatha ,kurukshethra

karma yoga,

universal form vision

liberation.

…………….end………………….

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.

……………………..End…………………

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

……………….end………………………

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.

………………..end………………………..

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.

…………….end………………………………..

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).

………………….end…………………………

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.

……………end……………..

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?

………………….end………………………..

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.

……………………end ……………………………………

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.

……………..end………………….

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)?

……………………end……………………………

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.

…………………end…………….

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.

…………….end…………………

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).

…………………….end………………………..

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.

…………………..end…………………………..

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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