Translation
of poetries selected from’dalitha saahithya samputa’ poetry,chief editor nadoja
dr.manu baligar,editor dr.mudnakudu chinnaswamy,published by’kannada saahithya parishath’,pampa
mahakavi road,chamarajapete,
bengaluru-560018.
Iam grateful to ‘dalitha saahithya samputa rachana samithi’ concerned poets and publishers.first
edition 2019.and also to all the members of kannada saahithya parishath.
translation
is my hobby .please excuse and correct if there are any mistakes.
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Dalitha
saahithya (important poetries):
1)Nelson
mondala by chandrashekhara patila
Nelson
mondela by chandrashekhara patila:
Enough
if eye is opened on jail wall
From
that to this from this to that side
Black
shadows of white face soldiers
Has
sit as shadow in midst of shadows
Nelson
mondela nelson mondela!
At
distant sky (clouds) birds birds
Shadows
of birds full of jail walls
Wings
of colour colour black shadows
Rising
back of shadow sun is revolving
Nelson
mondela nelson modela|
Under
this sky only somewhere in land and wet lands
In
factories and black smoke of mines
Bending
laboring shadows of black bodies|
Mixing
with black sweat flowd as sweat
Nelson
mondela nelson mondela|
On
back of hills ,in shadows of rocks
Hiden,for
blue blood of white demons
Fighting bold who madeblack
soil red
Has troubled
blck relatives as dream
Nelson
mondela nelson mondela|
We
have morning afternoon evenings
Meals-sleeep-tiffin-walking-
seminar
Whole
life as night has eaten night
Has
become red charcoal(burning) of black
continent
Nelson
mondela nelson mondela|
How
many have been treaded how many have become charcoal(burning)
How
many have been burnt how many became ashes
Whirl
of coming going existing s
To
pit he has become mid point
Nelson
mondela nelson mondela|
In
middle of Kat kat of military boots
in
midst of tik tik tik of clock needles
black
hand white body in between fire fight(friction)
he
is waiting ,he is waiting
nelson
mondela nelson mondela|
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2)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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3) shied(kavacha)
By.l.hanumanthaiah
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Tied along with birth
Shield is neither falling or rising
Though kept donater
karna
Cuting sides of body
one one
Can’t loose fascination of birth
Thoughtold give thirst is not satisfying
Not going like diamond bodied(vajradehi)
Digging body of earth
Melting removed gold,though
Cleaned by making hand kerchiepand washed
Is not melting going
even in dream.
Reading books
wandering country
Even after returning ,enflames in axilla only
In this dharma of adharma
Seed falling buding
out becoming tree
shining in that fruitstall
whole laughing shield
was tight.
To loose (spend) only many come
Great athmas(selves) in
silent boat
covering in cloth of
scripture
though thrown beyond ocean
as thunder,lightning as rain drops
drops,joined soil
shield
as particle ,as
atom,as wound
joining in bloods red white corpuscles(particles)
rana dhathu(life root).
Weapon of non violence during day
Carried and brought
gentlemanship’s
Keeping away Buddha god silently
In due course of time change
In steps shield has become laala(horse shoe shaped?)
In ashrama of brother of rama(lakshmana)
Though joined hook,to round
Hammer of letter
Had cut off kneeling. Bull blending in heat
Had rusted on side
burning tongue of tomorrow
keeping dharbe(holy sticks,grass) joined.
In wheel of maya history.
Though tread thousands of miles(yojanas)
Corner has not teared(vanished) even a little
Legs won’t leave even if waist is broken
Along with birth has
become hard
Like shallow,like sun light,like creeper flower
Tied along with birth
Shield is not getting lost
Is not falling leaving me
Has welded since birth
Shied ,non touching shield.
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4)red garden:
By mamati(hammer?) of black arm
Will dig stony chest pit
By weapon (salike) of five fingures
Will make line of
chest ribs
By white nail of black hand
Will release root of thread-vaara(…………?)
By black hand bangle fingures
Will sqeeze mass of
fat
By aluve(desire,pain.?) of
teeth and thorn
Will make to flow red water channel
From mouth of red garden
Will make to drink
blood of’ haves’(rich)
By hit head vessels(baandales)
Will spill(spray) manure of fat
Putting naati(……………?)in painful hand
Will make to growred garden.
From depth of eye well
Will pour tears to garden
From tread back of garden
Will cut red rose.
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Aluve=desire,painful,
Vaara=part of grain to be submitted to land owner,queue,week
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5)ladder(nichchanike):
By k.b.pawara
Climbing ladder
Who have found high position
Being Intoxicated in
madness
Have forgotten ladder
Do you know
going standing there?
Few strong swims
Were supportive to you
Many poor teeth have
Made you to riseto high position
Becoming steps to rise!
Have you considered
teeth of ladder?
Have you couted them?
Were not seen to you
In your grown cataract!
These teeth rised you
Stage by stage
Without considering them
Without honouring them
If they moov away in boredom
Without support of
steps
You will fall below
Why such incidents in
in history
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6)to Bhima rao ambedkar:
By channanna valikara
Bhimarao ambedkar|bhimrava ambedkar
In new new moon day night,full moon day moon
Chest of crores of dalita’s(downtroden’s) became by ulcer(wound)
We became dumb when you came ,hero
From ganja of religion fallen so far
Bodhisfva who made to
to rise other people
Sour chest pain in joints and joints
Who wiped outbrother of kalyana
To sweat pouring people
hiting butter right
Brought and gave you
karlmarks
By ear ,eye ,hand to untouchables
Who made to self pride limkon
To mad freedom of m.k. Gandhi
Who opened eyes,thunderbolt,earth quake
Where are where are
people like you
to all of us becoming you ,come bhima
dark of black continent to vanish totally
make all of sun mandal
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7)cradle song of earth:by mallur nagaraj)
(feather 9)
why do you wander downtrodden shambuka
in garden of flower.?
I am parrot of forest
In moonlight garden of
desire
How shall we meet(join)
In festival(jaathre) of day and night.s
In street of dreams
To flower garden of youth
You have come requesting love
I am not moon chakori of your world.
Black lotus of soft
dreams
You are black bee who have come to rob(snatch)
I am flower of moonlight present in
Cruel jail of caste and creed
Why du you wander
in skyof dream
Beauty of downtrodden town shambuka?
I want to creep in
your
Nerves and pulses as love flood!
Spilling moonlight of desire
I can’t kill you o black kokila
In land of murders
To magic of your song
Will not melt friend
Bird of stone sugar(kallu sakkare)
Don’t worry in mind
Don’t melt in dream
Don’t eat honey
don’t eat fire
don’t eat stone
don’t eat soil
don’t hide in saree border of
sky jasmine!
Hearing to words of mind
i can’t join(unite) you
deeply.
behind my saree border
are valcanos.
in guard (pahare,watch)of
swords of killers
lovely bird I am
straining.
Burning kissed lips
From slums of land(earth)
To slum o sky
Birds have flied.
Not finding water to wash dirt of land
Is upset;in direction directions
Joyful musics have moved
No love to self(athma) of birds
No heaven to play of stars
In chest of murderer no tomorrows
No end to archestra(rhythm) of treading legs
Directinless direction , right of death
Is leading (guiding) life.!
To crown of history
mites have attacked.
Swords have become rusted
In graveyard selves(athmas)
have become dark.
Before talks bud uot
In drainages of history
Bloodsmell of present
has spread
Man eater eagles are flying
Full of this world.
Orogin of all penance is same
Origin of all dreams is same
Removing yesterdays making tomorrows
Rich light of
timestick(time measure) is one only
Endless wound of world is one only
There are love killing people in land
There are people who have won sky in forest
Residence of homa and Havana(sacrifices),in midst of heat of
forest
Is burning in my nerves and pulses
Failure of this land
as flame.
To blood thirst of land
fragrance
Kings become cool
Drinking blood of poor
Shine in land!
Shall I forget your love
Shall I open flowinf mind
Shall I touch fall of fire
Is there talk to manthradanda(magic stick)
of not touched though touched
to attraction of seven hood serpent can five senses fly
can union of skin beyond consciousness join?
Leaking self’s rich
beautiful son
Absorbing sword life
root(jeevadhathu) divine beauty
In upstairs of forest house your life’s
Diging(burying) secrets got sorrows
In endless joy sorrow empire
Red dreams dames(lasses)zeros of many talks
Yaksha yakshi of divine world,life birds
Your firm revolution challenge have been carried
away(maaru hogu)
Challenging unfickle
bird pecking your love
In fire of your pain are burning lonely good dreams.s
Melts in searching stories lost in works only
How much lovely was life before life becoming kite
There was hope in bondage of
with one walked together
Rules,worship,,some
handful donation to those who
come
To those who come and
ask peace of giving handful of dakshine
Next day of disappearance of so called husband ,blowing
Change storm she became lamp exposed (kept)to air
Lost land,relatives,mouth opened law
Became tuneless song(raagaless song),
stretched hand beging
for compensation
daughter born before birth of son,
flow of snakes on desires of huttha(snake house)
without joining hole,wandering in land,in dark of
agrahara(brahmin’s
colony)
conversation of bats!
Becomes rangoli in front of thulasi in morning
Her source of tears under back yard’s papaya tree!!
Beyond talks in lake of silence land biten boat
Lnes of palms of seethawearing tearing(fading)
Yesterday also same,tomorrow no own palm lines!
Heat of summer is also so much cool,than fire of her
stomach(body)
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8)our rupli and dhothi torn dog: by poetess B.T.LALITHA NAYAK
Forest people wandering
hills and hills
we are
valients labouring in
army
making to win kings like shivaji-prathapa
making to sit in bed(throne)
remained back
hindu people.
We are
forest people.
Following on back mass of cattles
Carrying salt ,pepper
Adjusting to sunlight house
Selling and living
Hill people
Lambani people.
Leaving forest building thaande
Learning many ten jobs(works)
Land people now we are
Experienced pride
Knowing work (labour)as god
Became laboring people.
Wearing rough torn cloth
Filtering body blood and sweat
Sowd and grew .
Giving to land lord what is grown
Remained as poor(humble)
Our rupli lasses
Dhothi torn owner’s (lord’s)
Troubling by putting eye dog
Cried silently.
Died inside.
When starch(hittu) was got
When piece of bread (roti)was got
When oven did not see
fire
Sang sang and danced
Became rasika(interested)
people!
But now pain of mind
has got real meaning
Untollerable anger
Has boiled and filled
Our rasika song now
Has sounded like thunder
Dance becoming dance of shiva(rudfa naatya)
Has shook chest of cheaters.
Sword which can churn forest
Power of building nation
Has hiden in arms of
downtrode.
To fattened shining
class
Has to be shouted and told.
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9)black statue:by poet baraguru ramachandrappa
In black throat of our place
Is burning coal
konda passing friend
wants rain
dreams crop
bunch will swing!house will mature(grow,progress)
in pots and pts source will arise?
August fifteenth came
Cloth of torn life
Forgot January twenty sixth
Butterfly of peoples mind
April fourteenth one more
gnaw(meluku,repletion)
Ambedkars self
confidence flowd
In burnibg coal
system(kenda mandala) mind
Moving wheel forgot
blaming jadathva
In snake
(kolakumandala) brain
Our kariya,got up joined procession
When fight was burning
melted inside only
Ambedkar should see
worried.
In street and street
sowing sweat upsetting returned
When dry leaf was flying in in storm
Steps of vidhana soudha coming
Shouting throats ,breakinf waist
Crying mind came to eye and saw
Black body standing as
stone
On seing statue of ambedkar
kariya came near
todlingambegaalu)
Seing as though making him to wear coat and boot
And standing
Suddenly joined unconsciousness!
Ambedkar’s hand did not come down
Did not smear body of kariya!
Did not talk with unconsciousness
Because it was government statue
Born for celebration fourteenth’s love(grace)
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10) hunger and insult:
Split earth,baked days
Gold growing residence
Filtered water,paned lives
Land of dried up rivers
Sguts boiling story
Smoke playing in eye
Mind responding sorrow
In mind only folds appearing
Heated stones and thorns
Pricked legs
No shadow to stand
No leaves in trees.
Wandering forests and hills
For tuber of bhuthala
base
Tired bodies in burning sunlight
No green in plants there.
There only found one kalyani(pond)
Filled spilling well
In that flock (herd)of animals anf birds
Called me come child
Shungry stomach boiling guts
Drank (mogede,diged)one handful of water
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11) silver faced beauty:
By c.basavalingaiah(basuu)
Silver faced beauty
Eye stars shining
Colourful seven bows
Releasesd arrow
piercing chest
Poured as rain
Flowd as river.
To beat of waves
Climbing hill sky high
Laughing kila kila
stars.
Behind clouds
Washed away and came due to storm
On see bank
To evening dark snow
piece
Slowly lifted head
Disappeared in dark
Burnt heart getting wounded
Where to search;in her
black shadow
Remained as same green plant tree creeper
Blowing cool air have left flowers
For tomorrows eternal memories witness
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12)yaksha question: by d.s.veeraiah ,kadukotthanalli.
white clouds floating in blue sky
bending wabling flowing rivers
cool air blowing ‘suy’
you have no difference ;why this trouble (avaanthara)to us
tender blowing shining snow
line of crop bunches
spilling with pride
in sky flying birds garland
no difference among you;why this trouble to us
earth godess covering green sareestanding mother
sky breadth spread standing
line and line trees
pushing darkshining golden sun lightrays
no difference to you;why this trouble to us.
Carrying coming fragrance of flowers blossomed standing
flowers
In cool sky shining stars
Spilling cool air enlighting
full day moon
No difference to you; why this trouble to us.
Freedom of nature is to you all
Your son’s fight only has increased
Feeling of superior and inferior has spread earth wide
No difference to you;why this trouble to us.
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13)shout: by bananduru kempaiah.
To heat of earth
to unswallowable social pain
blood becoming hot,hissing
seing us before
breathing ;
parts parts
loosing their power
standing in
barren land of draught
making desire to bud out
to sky level
building many feelings in
in shunya(zero) vision
as though living ,like dead seing us
monsoon you come early.
Mixing black clouds,making to dash
Making to hit thunderbolt,flashing lightning
Whirling storm,rising tempests(storms,hurricanes)
Making earth globe itself oscilating
Heating coolsounding pouring freely
Only mouth,stream river,well filling
Flow and come.
Washing dirt of land removing black stain
Making equal ups and downs
Giving new peaceful life to all pained lives
Monsoon you come quick
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14)we are coming:by k.ramaiah
We are coming
Coming we are coming
People you have trodden since epochs and epochs
Throat’s tunes we are
To burn unequality
enflamed
Fire flames
Poor people which you burnt in belchi
Arisen from ash.
In panther’s cities labourers filtered blood bombs
Grown up and come valients
Sweat bodies of hungry
people
shout of pain of pained people
siddhantha(law,rules) which lead us
to remove problems (troubles)of labour people
our struggles have run.
To pull cheating og religious gurus and mata heads
To publish khadi
poet’s mother’s husbands stubbornness
Cutting pulling poisonous
fence of language and
religion(ethics)
Spilling to air
Uniting all poors who stand beyond
caste and creed
to secured prideful fort of rich
we came as thunderbolt
to cut stomach of exploiters
carrying dreams of
labour sate
press desires of new land
in red soil one ocean
coming rebellions(bandaya)
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15) my song: by S.P.sullad
my song
tells to walk in path o
Buddha basava mbrdkar
To fducate ,to organize
To get down intd fight(struggle) stimulates.
My song encourages to to conflict(friction)
My song.
Dull epics,false
scriptures
Tells to leave Cheating and come
Teaches to oppose domination(pressing down),rulng
M song gives call to enquiry (vichaara,thoughts)revolution.
My song
to my sisters of devadaasies
savithri bai phule,ramabai ambedkar
kiran bedi,mayavathi great mothers
asks(tells) to follow their ideals
my song teaches psychological boldness
my song….
To problems of farmers and daily wage labourers
Responds,supports,gives compensation.
In house,in mines,in land and wet lands(gadde)
Regarding those who die by laboring laboring
Tells to do
organized conflict(friction)
My song….calls to do revolution
My song…..
Tells to root out exploitation and bribary(bhrastachara)
With base
To those who celebrate caste and creed
Teaches to beat and bend
My song is lesson of self pride
Teaches,rises patriotism
My song……..
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16) valiant soldiers: by shambhulinga valudoddi
Valiant soldiers who gave life to mother land(soil)
Crores crores thanks to you
Those who stood ib border line as cross wall
Thubdered as thunders
Exploded as thunderbolts
o our soldiers who
gave chest to rifle bullets
those who dedicated life
for country’s protection
crores crores tanks to you
congradulations to you valiant soldiers
not fearing again again,those who have left subordination of
life
who walked as talked,o our valients
who played heads of stubborn enemies
for nation protection who dedicated your lives
crores and crores thanks to you
congradulations to
you valiant soldiers
valients who faught without considering rain and chills
who melted in as snow
in chills and sunlight
leaving kith amd kins went to kargil
for country protection who dedicated their lives
crores crores of
thanks to you
congradulations to you
valiant soldiers
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17)kanagile plant: by M.venkataswamy
One year had passed after death of father
To that day
Kanagile plant which was planted upon him
had worn ten leaves
left(eda, ekkada,chappal…….?)which had wandered
eight directions was in front of him.
Earth shaped ball (mudde),rice
Salt and khara,nugge(drum ticks) slices
Was his dear nutton.
Drinks(liqoor was also there.
For his coming we waited at distance
Black crow came along with ,came flying
Pecked in beak.wat a satisfaction in face
Thunder thunderbolt lightning
Rain poured freely
Earth was coolingthat plant
Small plant of ten
leaves some hos some why
Was getting down insideme;within inside
Was growing deeply
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18)challenge to ocean by
s.shivamallu
Thinking that nobody is equal on this earth
With much pride
soundinf shining little ocean
In which way you are higher than human mind
In running only
strength.
In depth and vastness?
In half moment rounds
three worlds human mind
If imagination open’s mouh swallows universe only
In stomach of nala
makara nakra (crocodile) poisonous anlmals
Adjusting you have shined with wickedness
When wicked six enmies are in
human mind
Can you go beyond it’s
wickedness
If vijnani’s(scientist) mind breaks to your naughtyness
Keeping bondage(chain)without making you to become servent
Will not leave you be
cautious!
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19)reality(real,fact):
Day before yesterday in government hospital premises
One grand mother
Dogs had eaten and belched
No no
Might have eaten,not have belched
Because
grand mother is begger
muttons and blood of
beggers body
would have become
chills air rain
and sunlight
bones
skin will be dancing ghala ghala
pity(papa) dogs
can’t swallow bones and skin
ho can stomach of dog will be filled?
How can they belch?
To me some how bad dream again again
That grand mother is nobody
But bharathambe
Humans becoming part of dog?
Dogs becoming part of eagles?
Will it be continuous?
Because
Day before yesterday warning of great disease(hemmari)
Has runged bell.
That air will become poison
Life mass will disappear
Some why my face is becoming graveyard silent.
Some why my breath is
Singing sorrowful song
Men becoming part of dogs
Eagles waiting for
dogs
To this black story might become pregace
This my chest’s tumult……..?
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20)song of downtroden’s children:
Don’t beat me mother
Will not bite anybody
If you give wfat is asked
Will touch nobody.
Can’t wander dirt mass(thippe) thippe
Can’t beg milk and curd
If you give hulla nuchchu (………….?)
Will drink and listen to wirds
can’t beg silver waistthread(ududaara)
can’t ask silk shirt
if you bring and give chonni(channa,nicker)
will wear and come
swill not suck figure
can’t pick chapa-guttali(……………….?
If you give slate anf and
pencil
Will write and show as clever
Calling downtrodden downtrodden
Holding against beating whip
Teach.if not sent to school
Will become husband to share
Hearing destructive words of child
Bringing tear eyeful
Embracing in arms tghtly
Mother told
Empty hand white mind
To tell in front of whom?
Without telling as you like
Cried and cried
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21) huntresses: by sukanya .B.
We are hubtresses sir
Huntresses.
Lasses flowing coming
from hilly region
leave path
will join bank
to your boat we are tired by rowing(huttu)
now to put matta (level,supress)
is balance.
We are prostitutes
Your daasies(maid servents)”
can’ tellt” that time”
Is not now
Still heating here and there
Hot water
To your skull.s
We are hill girls
Though black kasturi(fragrant)
Curse held lakshmies
Eye lotus
Dream dirtless(pure)
Mind innocent
For that only up till
now
Who were somebody
Now burnt(vidagdhes)
Can throw sword and
bhalle(weapon)
Of speech
If time comes
Can hold bows.
Can hunt
Can grow more
Than you by genu(afingure measure) height
If not today tomorrow
Can become your
Lordesses.
Remember we are
Huntresses.
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22)sacrifice(bali): by aluru doddaningappa
Like cut put
Head in front of maari(godess)
Were desiring ,my nerves and pulses
Closing eye,opened ear in bed.
On hearing sound of
father opening eye
Like children seing hand and mouth
Saw torn ring (of
toe)of footwear.
Speech did not come from mouth
Explosion in head
Spider by it’s intelligencewoven net
Fallen house flies swallow found and turnd.
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23) that that kiss: by h.govindaiah.
Myself opening eye moving hand and leg;
In his dark nest of
eye
Oven was burning.
Accepting to to fire of black
hand and feet
Father breathed with
short beedi
To boiling paste
(ganji) lives were boiling.
In his chest nest crawling-standing-walked steps
While standing in
middle of school walls
Father’s mustache twisted (hurugollu) on black ceek
Falling to nama teacher’s leg saw floar(ground)
on black board learnt
a aa
in between these letters got desires of father and mother
got our town,street,samadhies(graveyards)
at paathaala(deep depth) of
skeletons
got some words(talks)
searching searching
when got down to rised questions
hands and legs of police appeared
mustaches growing rising
got melted in dark.
But on ancestral hut’s
torn walls
On that day when a aa appeared
Mother given kisses are still on cheek
Father given hole coins are remaining as same in waist thread
(ududaara)
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24) story which even stone knows: by satyananda pathrota
All these talk
Our father has died away
Like that
Buried him onlyhow
shall I believe all these?
In sun light and rain
In drilling chills
Giving chest to
spilling(boiling?) river
Though standing in sun light
Smiling moon light laugh
To suffering huts had rubed cool air
Seeing mansions
Had passed days
Along with his shadow,as breath as green
Carrying mud stone
Had rised ladder
Our mother tells
‘whole town is siting in cool air
Your father is siting in burning severe sun light
Temple house mata
Their sweat’s fruit
In all these is hiden his sweat’s fruit
This is story known
to each stone
Now tell
This town-this street
Till all people breath
How shall our father die?
How shall I believe?
If you want ask
These stones only
witness
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25)New air:by T.M.BHASKAR
Dark becoming light
To light to earth
Dark disappears.
Mother new star appeared and came
In blue sky
No blue moon
Words of divine world
Went to air
New air has come
All studies of palace
In hands of
beeradanced danced
New air blowd and hit
In barren land
Word barren
Found false.
Drinking water giving flower yielded fruit
Nut becoming fruit,one fruit was got
To suffered life
Child taking birth
Came to king street
Got down into revolution field mother.
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26) yugadi:(by appagere thimmaraju
Though epochs epochs have lost
Heat of earth
Is burning only.
In yudadi
To old body new cloth
Vasantha song of spring
New buds old roots
Neem and jiggery
Difficulties of life
In open field of sky
In covered dusk.
Golden colour golden ray emiting
Wearing new cloth
Like bow, of childern’s
toy appearing tender kid
to lakhs and lakhs of
illused human life
becoming life pulse
new life’s like
golden life of hombaalethis year
“ golden horn
Rice horn”
Who knows?
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27)avva(mother):by du.saraswathi
Green bangle’s
my mother’s
flower hand
in twisted wick
golden light
god’s face bright.
Body blood
Burnt enlighted
Eye lamps.
Full home light!! Light!
As watch waited
paineddrying drop by drop
To message brought by pigeon
Became snow dead body.
Teared bones
Burning pura pura
Cauvery washed away
Hot ashes.
Along with her
Nest oof luck
Washed away
Remaining are remnants(residues).
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28) black people:by
indudhara honnapura
Black people we are
Black people,in mud of this
Soil black body,bathed anf came
Heritage epics
Crossed dhothi torn kings
Gods of gods
Being caught under legs
Pouring red sweat
Having become black ball
In womb of epochs and epochs
Became only embryos
Sspilling body spread madisweeped dust lifted stools
Full youths our sisters
Allowd to becomes
keeps
Thief owner’s house lamp
to enlight laboured laboured
bending back ,nerves died.
Drinking liqouors bunde ullare(……………?)
Forgotten body and slept.
For sake of little food
died toned
For piece of clothwho dried up
O black people ,o relayives.
Where is your note(svara) where is your tone
Where is black body
red breath.?
You are sons of this soil
Breath of your body is our song.
Before singing song
Come jointone join
mind
O come ralatives
To path of revolutions.
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29)our peiole:by Krishna janamana
house inside house
wall on wall
tower on tower
at lost who became out is our people
line on line
water behind water
crop by side of crop
crop bunch on bunch
though grown not able to eat our people
cutting sugarcane
hiting paddy
throwing stones
earning by labouring
eat by laboring our people.
Hungry coming with
hunger
(…………………………….?)
Bending body ,,reducing longevity
Making labour to
flow,pouring sweat
Baking in heat of sunlight
Who earn and eat is our people.
In roof water of house
in between falling snow grains
in flowing water pit
in stomach of cool air
weting shaking siting
our people
those who have not
seen light
who have sit well
those who wear from clothes
enjoying by swallowing
pain
who died without being able to pay loan my people.
Who have eaten pain on pain
Who have found death in death
who have not seen health centra=es
who have forgeton
saraswathi
cows of rich people our people.
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30)King had pressed
on grand father’s head(netthi)
Slavery steps
Grand father had become
leg chain
To soft feet of queen
Ubder king’s throne
Dreams of grand father
were buried
On his shoulders britisher’s red red
Shoe marks
Dead bodies hanging to line trees
Are symbols of death of father
To make me free father had
Given back to britishers
Piercing piercing teared and distributed
country to head nodders
father was not knowing that
I had no freedom at all
Steps are growing only
To sky high
Making me short
Getting giant form
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31)three line trees:
(hayks)
When new door house
Was opened
Sound of fall of forest tree
In nakedness of potter
Soil
Blossomed a pot
In grave yard
Flower has blossomed
In expectation of death.
She spreads saree border
Everyday
Including sorrows folds
Threads of national flag
Are observing with interest
Stitching of cobbler
Spread earthful
To her smile
ants have attacked
on shoulder of
small rain drop
responsibility of keeping
ground green.
Nail passing through
hand of yesu
Appeared as though excusing
mistake
Which is not his
Hence all religion s
at distance
they have tasted blood.
Sorrowful pond
Which downtrodden did not touch
Became cloud.
Poured to street as
rain
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32)self pride has no
failure: by hanasoge somashekhara
Self pride has no failure,no sorrow to to ruling people
You rise your head and
stand for self prideself pride has no failure
does flowing riverseing
barriage(barricade) will it flow back again
Flying bird seing net,will it
sit in nest
Boldness has hundred paths,show path in mind only
You rise head for honour and self pride and stand
Self pride has no failure
On seing death of friend(collegue) will valiant soldier be
afraid
Without becoming ruling people what is use
by living her
self pride has no failure
probe history once
you rise your head and stand self pride has no failure
donated gods our old generation
who build state and
vanished,we are original humans
that body of valients blood body ,you won’t accept failure
self pride has no failure
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33) gun is yours ,pen is ours:
Gun is yours ,pen is yours
Fight is going on.
Fight between
Faceful and faceless.
Bullet is yours,ballet is ours
Fight is is going on
Between dark face
,light buds
Is going on fight
Illusion is yours revolution is ours
Fight is going on.
Blood hands ,letter hands
Fight is going on between
Silence is yours talk
is ours
Fight is going on
Between heart existing non existing people
Fight between
Control is yours war
is ours
Fight is going on
Between addressed and players
Fight between
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34)jogi’s girl:
Torn saree,folded jade
To modernless walk,raga of hunger
stone breaking boy did
not rise(lift) eye
in mid sun light
laming moving
on back bee has sit
in side cinema theatre
love tune
she has no sense(friendliness) of any thing.
She herself is field life’s jogies girl
Holds butterflies and plays
Knows trouble of bee
behind back
Has allowd to fly lap (udi) filled bee
Like throwing of cap of
tailor
Slove of pyramid;sorrow is frozen.
Like not seing rice silence is straining
Teaching parrot on
forearm chest talk
Enlighted dark.
Holding faded hand did
not ask shakuna(good and bad)
Did not wait for good speaking bird
Spent life with crow and owl
Lap (udi) carrying green like forest embraced.
Washing back of herd of bufelows
Tying chin to neck of cow and calf
Became supportive to
school going
sister and brother
for no mistake of her carried pregnancy with cry
bycot to witness of of
sun-moon!tell
flowd as river and sea.
‘became a star in sky’told people
Unable to go beyond innocenceto hundreds of jogies girls
Troubled as hundred
one note(svara)
Became stone covering
mid street
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35)god’s maid servant(devadaasi):by B.K.hongala
We are all devi’s
children
Devadaasi system is not needed
Devi will not come on anybody’s body
Know this truth all of you
For selfishness they leave devadasi
Delivered children only they do devadaasi
Blind belief of selfish people this false
Is colour smeared to devi’s name
This twisted soiled jade is not curse of devi
Group of hairs coming from uncleanliness
Clear dirt of hairs and walk
To you yhis birth is only last
For desire of coming income
Going to to jogula well
They worship satyavva naked
Carrying pearl as jogathi
The disease of joga you give
Is path for that for
desire of food(rice) shown to those who are baked in poverty
For that sake execution for desire of food
Became devadaasi female(woman) not knowing anything
No no don’t give joga
This is one disease
covering lazi people
In people is place of yellamma
Should happen to innocents badluck disesase.
Sall troblibg is
illusion you know
Protects yellamma mother know
Don’t call hostala hunnime(full moon day) as rande hunnime
Don’t break handful of
bangles.
Blind belief is lethal to society
By believing this don’t experience hell
Coversion is only complemenyary(puraka)
If you believe and
walk graces renuka
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36) this is my bharatha:by halkurike shivashankar
This is my bharatha
here
there is place for all.
To rising burning grains
To root downing seeds
To you and me also
Here
Can build or destroy
Even prana (life) also
For peace fight ,burn
Stop stool
This is my bharatha
Drowsy of meditate
Here
No moovment to earth also
Sit stand run
This is my bharatha
America ,England,pakisthana china
Iraq thaaliban
Why should I praise
This is my bharatha
Here
Even to present past future also
Pox
Are waiting for doctors.
Why to scold
singapur,silicon
cities
this is my bharatha.
Passing bulldozer
Washing out huts
Bringing hit rain in eyes
Shining on terrace
Hand garden body gardens creep
This is my bharatha
Here there is place for everything
Even to black held breath
For rusted coin
To you, to me ,to democracy also.
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37) holding hilaalu(panju,lamp) of body fire:
Limited to
Street beyond town
Dieng dieing living
Near people like this
You shadow also won’t
come
To mansion of big people
carried stones and melted
to rise above as steps
slept where we stood
our rock stone mind
did not wipe our tears,leave
to tread of thara
thama(high and low)
besuraada(…………….?) bad luck people.
To urge of those ‘haves’
Lost breathour people
swallowing pain
Gut (intestine) burns chur.
Keeping burning wood to dreams
Shouting
kirathakas(demons)
To path how many days can
Can we shower flower
rain tell.
feather folded,wings
still have to be opened
peking eating eagles
blood have to be sucked.
holding fire of stomach(body)
hilala(panju ,lamp)
to mansions of halaa;kors
have to be attacked.
Come,
Fixing flag of equality
Let us embrace new day’s shoulder
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38)water burning fire:
I am burning fire rain
Can’t burn youlike me you are also one life
Then:
when head of shambhuka
was chapped off
became burning coal
when ekalvyas thumb was cut
became burning fire of tree
when insulted as untouchable
became sound of burning fire
now:
when died mustard
peel (sippe) is peeled
on my back
(they)draw figure(picture)
Jerusalem.
When one particle
of soil
Turns into rice
(they)Swallow fire and spit.
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39)not like you: by y.m.yakolli
No….
No like you scented
sticks
Fragrance of smoke(dhupa) and lamp
Not grown by drinking
Fragrance of jasmine
Had not touched nose.
To me
Sheep’s feaces(stools,hike)
Urine of goat bad odour was
Amazing!
No
Like you
Time to tme coming
Coming on table
Menu like meals
When ever got
filling bag of food(stomach) urgency
difficult even to ger food(thutthu)
struggle was there.
No
Not even one did not meet
krishna holding bag of avalakki
dhuryodhana who gave
state(province) itself
for karna
no not at all
burden of history
transaction of seeth and rama
those all who exist
question
of present.
Filleg up foodexisting broken stick only
Making walking stick
Repairing torn niker(chaddi) again again
Grown up and stood
ekalavya
Tell from where shall I
Bringjasmine talks
To boundless
Why subordination(control) of border
This becoming song of apralaapa
If heard
I am not the cause.
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40)I am also a man(human): by g.b.pujari
Once I had eaten
Wet muttonwithout tolerating hunger
Had wandered street and street naked
Having no cloth to wear
Though I played
(chakkanda)with sisters
Had kept quiet as lord of getting labour
They give food though spoiled(rotten)
Though they have allowd us to live outside of town
Don’t ask why
I was supportless then.
Along with king queen –maid servents
When I was in lust play was protecting(watching)
Wher neighbor state
king attacked
I was first victim person to
get sacrificed
I had become
handicaped
The fact that door watchman
is higher than king
History has forgotten
No body did adventure
of recording my name.
To burry dead bodies hada dugged pits
At least on that day I will get drinks(liquor)
Don’t touch don’t pat he had told
In soil which I diged will become soil
I had felt joy.
Had danced in pit
which I had diged
Was not knowing that was inferior
No pride of superiority even today
Was not knowing that I
will become
Down trodden.
Still there is nobody to ask my response
A forehead brand to me
as harijana
Not accepting so many minds
That I am also a man.
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40) our house god:
God means not that unseen god
god inside hill hill temple is not god
photo inside house,god on stage(jagali) is not god
god means daily ,everyday with us
walking talking playingwho straightened our life
on our part’s god is
our Baba sahib ambedkar.
Who gave rice is ambedkar
Who gave cloth is ambedkar
Who gave letter is ambedkar
This rice(food),cloth,letter who gave is ambedkar
Our god our house god.
Who gave life is ambedkar
Who gave light is ambedkar
Who gave bunglow is ambedkar
This life,light,bunglow who gave is ambedkar
Our god our house god.
Who gave coat is ambedkar
Who gave boot is ambedkar
To us who gave note is anbedkar
Thia coat,boot,note who gave is ambedkar
Our god our house god
Who gave constitution is ambedkar
Who gave sambuddha is ambedkar
Who gave samskara(predisposition) is ambedkar
This constitution,sambuddha,samskara who gave is ambedkar.
Our god our house god is ambedkar.
Who gave power is ambedkar
Who gave logic(yukthi) is ambedkar
Who gave liberation is ambedkar
This power,logic,liberation who gave is ambedkar.
Our god our house god
Who gave education is
ambedkar
Who gave good protection is ambedkar
Who gave discipline is ambedkar
This education,,good protection,discipline is ambedkar
Our god our house god s ambedkar.
Who gave dhamma is ambedkar
Who gave strength(guts) to us is ambedkar.
Who gave dhamma deeksha(oath) is ambedkar
This dhamma,strength(guts),deekashe gave ambedkar
Our god our house god
This countries many peoples
god
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41) are dalithas needed?:
(are downtrodden required)
For least work or downtrodden needed?
For higher works ‘haves’
required?
Clever to become to become pothe(kid?………)
Are dalithas needed?
Are dancing peoples dalithas?
Are drum beaters
dalithas?
To wear gut of sheep in neck
To wander are dalithas needed?
Should in front of all gods dalithas dance?
To hold lamp and worship
Are ‘haves’(rich) needed?
To drag dead animal
Why dalithas?
To drag god’s chariot
Are haves needed?
In functions (works)
leaving dalitha’s lanes
Why to round town.
To eaten remnants
To cross river are
dalithas needed?
To lift cross pallakki(moving cradle)
Why ‘haves’
Why ‘haves’(richs),
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42)birth –death:
Poetry is taking birth
In stomach of brahmin
Poetry is suffering
In arms of shudra
Poetry is buding
In throat of kokila
Poery is drying up
In shout of crow
Poetry is blossoming
In rings of cigarette
smoke
Poetry is worrying
In cough of grand father.
Poetry is flowing
Beer’s foam’s wave tip
Poetry is standing
In poor’s sweat drops.
Poetry is falling
In thighs of cabere dancer
Poetry won’t go beyond
In grand mother’s torn patch saree
Poetries are birthing
Poetries are dieing
These which die at
birth only
Are born in only barren land.
Goalless featherless
Painless only belchbirthing these poetries
Pocketless-crossless like goli balls kept in nicker.
Let poetry take birth
Chapparada chaatinalli(………………………..?)
Poetry will grow
eating sweat
Poetry will remain eating it’s infinet source
Birthing at the tip of kunte(…………?)
Poetry grown in lap of rente(plough)
Not like sugar in mouth of relatives
Like rifle in shoulder
of bants(servants)
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43) though
poor ,friend: by shobha harijana
What if poor friend
Not poor in
love
What if
hut?in mind
Is tower.
In place of
wearing molle
Q will keep
moon
Making play
with dot star
Will put in
neck
Holding
heart beat
Will do leg
chain
As you keep
step
I will tell
ghal
Along path
of life
Will throw
flower of love
Swallowing
all pains
Will give
joy only
To hands of
delicate bodied
Will put
silver lined ring(kadaga)
Keeping in
heart temple
Will do love
worships
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44)dark
called:by mitha devanuru
In dark of
this world
I am struggling.
In this
dark,darkness has filled
So that light will not come.
In this low
man
Caste,community,
gothra
In these
dark has filled.
In this
human world
Though there
are sun and moon
In this
world dark has filled.
Dark o dark
Not
vanishing this dark
though sky
earth join
though plant
and trees become creeper
not
vanishing this dark
o dark not knowing
grateful man
though
knowing not flashing
this
peculiar dark
dark not
allowing even to
know light
though
both light and dark
using dark
only
this man’s
dark called light
sun moon
stars alsothough there
lamps
burning in residence
man’s colour
has not changed
dark o dark
colours are
many
light and
dark
only two
in dark
there is blindness
in light
there is knowledge of consciousness
dark o dark
no light in
this dark
in in that
light no dark
this
blindness in man
blindness
called light
dark o dark
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45)is it
right?: by v.raghavendra
Only on sun
only one moon
Air water
light though only one
Among us who
are ubder them
Hundred
distance is it right?
Though there
are hundreds of rivers
Joining
ocean is only one
To hundreds
of flowering creepers
Only one
source is it
Is difference in us is it right.?
Though there
are crores of human rays in earth
Blood
flowing in land is it not red
Though two
eyes
Vision
symbol is same only
Difference
in us is it right?
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46)ku.:by sosale
gangadhara
Eating in my
plateyou who built up life
Have put
your hand even to my stomach
Making to
rise hutthas(snakehouses) to sky height.
Will they
bring rain?
will they
bring vasanthas?
Licking Swallowing my head(breath?)
To your
dareness I laugh often.
If fell will
tell amma(mother)
Bodyful
drawing burns of
borders
Will fight
Why are you
not feeling mother is one only?
Your jnana
(knowledge) becoming science(vijnana)
It has moved
towards ignorance.
After you
vanish once again
I wearing
womb(becoming pregnant)
Will deliver
Buddha only
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47)Land
of sun birth:
In land
where Buddha is born
Why shall I
take birth told sun
In land
where basava is born
What is my worktold sun
In land where
Bhima is born
Why should I
shine(enlighten) told sun
For that
sake sun had not born in this land
I had
thought
.
Butsun told
me.
Ayyo dullard
In this land
where Bfuddha,Basava,Bhima
Have been
swallowd
If I take
birth to enlighten world,
Swallowing me
at once
Punyathmas(good
deed people) are there
Out of this
fear I can’t take birth
Told!
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48)burden(noga)
of centuries::
Since how
many centuries these have sat
On my
shoulder this I was not knowing
Though I was
illiterate I was ignorant
(yes I was done so)
now after
starting to learn. A aa e ee(abcd)
I have
started to understand
On my
shoulder four six people are siting
First I was
not knowing the burden.
Now burden
is hundred times –thousand times
As though
neck has broken,I feel I am dead.
Like
pig,like donkey,they have rided upon me
Have put
bundle.
Back Bone
braking ,though waist has fallen
They are
enjoying by pressing pressing.
My nerves
are baking.exploding,shouting
Those who found
my condition and sighed with pity are
are
countable at fingures.
Called
me,held hand and pulled
I did not
go.,no no did not leave me
Those who
were with me,,pulling out this
burden(noga) –kicking
Got
liberated,,got released.
I like peg tied cowstrugling.
This rope
should be torn,this peg should pulled out
Burden on
the shoulder should be thrown off!
no mind of
leaving shoulder and getting down.
By telling
peace manthra,to soil swallowd peopleno count,
history wheels have
not rolled .
I have opened
eyes well and seen.
To this low
people no hearts in chest
No guts in
domme(………………?)
Though
searched in stomach no intestines.
Mainly no
eyes and ears in their face.
Their
legs have become back side front
They are not at all humans.,demons,non gods
From these
demons to me relief is needed
Yes,relief
is needed.then how relief how how ?
Conflict.(friction).
Siting on my
shoulder without getting down
These
wickeds(dhurthas)
I should
lift and press and throw
Should throw
These
rakthabijasuras not rising again there only tread and press.
Then only
relief to me.relief to you-liberation-freedom
Lesson of
history.
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Translation of few poetries of dr.g.s. siddalingaiah by dr.raveendra hosadurga .i am greatful to poet. :
1)Ambedkar: by dr g.s siddalingaiah,poet
exploding from middle of land
Shout of pain
through out breadth of sky
standing banyan
crores and crores of black people’s
very first speech
beyond water beyond cloud
announcing sound
found in life path of fight(struggle)
called called and showd
split of great house
to burry caste
lakhs and lakhs of people
binding getting down
ocean of self respect
in soil of maharastra
appearing thunder and thunder bolt
why you did not bring rain
lightning is only maya?
From plough(negilu) of self respect
Ploughed barren land
Making pit(pati) making nati(………….)
Could not get crop
Black iron rings (kolagalanu) bracelets…………………………..)
Cutting throwing diamond
gold bracelet(Kolavokka………………………..)
great bouddha bhikshu(saint)
made to sit up
who is to make stand?
Along with challenge lesson of strength
Who will teach?
……………………end……………………………
2) my poetry:by siddalingaiah
The rose blosoming in hut
Star is my poetry
Light seen in darkness
Rebel is this poetry
Life loving poor’s daughter
Ornamentless poetry
People eating rice grain
Life is my poetry
Blood emiting flowing
Red is my poetry
Woman spilled eye tear
My little poetry
For those who are upset in midst of forest
Found road poetry
For people shivering in midnight
Boldness giving poetry
Blowing in desert
Storm is my poetry
Rolling in palace
death is my poetry
sheperd’s shout watching sheeps
talk of people poetry
tired arms buried legs
sweat’s green poetry
……………….end………………………….
3)Thousands of rivers: by dr G.S.Siddalingaiah
My people came like hill
Black face,white beard burning eyes
They cut (slit)days and nights,got up with anger
Earthquake happened as they danced madly
Queue flowing like ants,and sounds of tiger and lions
Bycot,bycot for unequality
Dikkhara for ever to pride of rich
Lakhs of snakes as though coming out of home(huttha, snahe house)
Flowd through out town
got down to pathala
jumped to sky
in streets and lanes
hided behind fences
in streets of owner in seat of owner
all my people flowd like water everywhere
wnen they opened their mouth
their mouth tightened(blocked)
on hearing their tunes
their tone reduced
washing their hands in storm of revolution
held the neck of those
sticks of police agent’s swords
veda scripture, epic,big pot (gudaana)of rifle
dry leaves becoming dirt and dust
floate floated flowd
to ocean of fight
thousands of rivers
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…………………………….end…………………………..
4)Red sun:
where they were how they were
awaken him any people once
how many dreams of world did they found
my people are risen storms
seeds fallen in middle of dense forests
come into town as flowers
town godess has no boldness of wearing flowers
attracted the eyes of revolution lass
in single day meal of twenty point program
dried up to become sticks(of thil,ucchellu))
boiled and tired people saw red skin
and rose upto festival meal
4 and5 stanza to be translated
…………………………..end……………………………
5)Song of choma’s sons
They have pain in the eye
Kept their face under soil
We have separated from mother
Embracing pain
Body of steel mind of flower
dream of geni of phloughing land
we are step children of mother earth
bones of choma
inside beautiful garden of owner
in every petal of blossoming flower
blood of father’s sweat leaked
flowers became red
for owners festival meals
teared muscle and gave
people without support of land
did not get support of sky
land,hill,blue sky
to all people of our land
know choma’s name story
hear to story told by choma’s children now
………………………..end……………………………..
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
………………………………….end………………………
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 shvapacha(chandala)
While depending root bud out
Earth would not haverun away as”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 ( death cradle)
To the dead body (cadaver)of a gentleman
And would have risen to the shoulders
Of four gentleman.
…………………………………..end…………
13)Hope : by poetess b.t .lalitha nyak
Jasmine bud blossoming spilling scent around
When announced 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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