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Thirumalesh
k.v.dr part poetries 3:
51) god:
running
train on bridge
will miss
rail and fall,god does not know this-does not know
he is not
train driver
rail
examinor he also knows
only through
medias-if extra means one telephome calls
an orphan
man falling dieingon road side
or doing
rape(over behavior) and as though not
having done anything
mixing wickd
behaviored
poor woman
behaving with some desire
-not knowing
anything?
Or even if
he knows he can’t do anything-this is
truth
In this he
is weaker than men
Mayanet of
maya like shadow
Internet not
available though anywhere toughed
Dieing
before birth only centuries have passed
Still no
boldness of telling no
No belief
that he surely exists
Every
incident we read like guesture-
In our
individual dictionary
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52)dreams:
Few evenings
hold something in their colours
Few evenings
appear as though having
some
expectations,still some evenings will be
firm
like fire
putting off coolly
we will not
know how they are spent
few prayers
expect nothing
they are
complete like akarmaka verbs(actionless
verbs……?)
by
themselves
in is
difficult to imagine causeless actions
in this world
still wonder
that wonder that fineness of beauty
should be
known by experience only-
like smile
of a kid
they are
their own meaning
there are
few dreams
they will
never be fulfilled
still they
exist with man in his awakenness and dream always
like heat in
blanket
will be
covering us
at all
times will be hiden under our eye lids
never before
charm which comes to human vision
is by them
only
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53)cave man:
Silent
greatly silent cave men
Will you gou
back in step of time
Again will
you join silent womb(uterus)
Or like
few middle epoch eesayi saints in desert
Voluntarily having self punishment
Will you
moov to prove jiva is different, body is different
Or like
silent saints of tibet bouddhas will you
cut hand and leg
For lamp
dwelling(deepavaasa) rushing into cave will you shut the door
Leaving time
and civilisation to themselves
In night
like this in seethaphala store(seethaphala store……….?)
O sky o
earth
From balcony
of fifth upstairs at the time of dizling
rain of midnight
My very
small place-peioleless street observation
A roling
cart passing through it has increased whole
peoplelessness
It is like
time of ubion of jivathma(individual self)-
-and
universal self( paramathma
Stoping all
moovments self only without mooving as
though mooving
Will be
neutral –not one night not two night
Every night
when ever seen
To cross
border to me possible here onlythat is known to this place
Known to
this people
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54)model(rupadarhi):
Model told
to artist
Many body
designs(decooration feels) and feels are there in mewhat I showd today is one
Is my beauty
wanted or my meaning(money) wanted
Let us see
what your twin eyes saw
What your
eyes found I don’t know
Since day
before yesterday also you are troubling me
From day
before yesterday to yesterday,from yesterday to today-
From day to
day matter changes reality changes
Only your
enquiry is beyond these
For emit of
your enquiries(knowledge) am I only reason(cause)?
Is there my
part also in this in appearing work?
Today there
is small head ache to me
(it is
troubling me once in a month)
Have you
observed?i won’t think you have observed
Or it is not
important to you
like devotee
seing god beyond image
to you also
so much hurry
the copies
which you have composed are many-
finally
which you show which you hide
or destroy
-destroying me only like that?
Among these
coies which are right which are wrong?
Not sure to
you only at end
One is
complete(total,whole)
For reason
which nobody knows
I feel
including that
No copy will
come near to me
To make lively
form material itself is
Method of
rising to amarathva(deathlessness)
For that
sake you maintain equal distance
Like lover
in tumult
Seing people
will search for meaning
Find themselves according to their ability
In their
meaning only I will not be there
Nobody comes
in search of me
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55)need
notgo anywhere:
One day
sudenly flashed to him
Like
sunlight behind clouds as though sudenly spilled
To lane and
lane
Need not go
anywhere need not see anybody
No need to
search anything
All will
flash where ever you are
line of ants
is mooving slowly
Without
sense of anything
That itself
is army of soldiers attacking forte(durga)
In front of
your eyes only
Or that
eighteen days war, it’s relation of
cause and effect'
Journey of
those going to same pandarapura
Beards like
honey nests
Many days
journey or before all these
To satisfy
blood thirst of angry gods
Human
sacrice animal
Carrying
to procesion along with (praakthana)
ancient instruments
She is still
tender lass
Her blood
drop becoming as rain seed
Is going to
fill up pond river land-you are partner
in all these
As offering
sheep or as murderer
Or as dumb
audience also partner- not to tell no no choise
To see all
If fixed
vision is turned a little enough
As days
change changes kaleidoscope
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56) mountain
and actionful(sakriyathe?):
Mountain was
sleepingas though holding vratha(rituals?oatt?.......)
Hoe ever
much anybody called how much did anybody prick
Did not
shake
As
though not seing though having eye not
having heard though having ears
To be
disattached like this
How much
boldness to it-that too in such time like this
?
Because urgency of time was calling all to street
People
climbed on it’s bodythey to so much distance
As though
shrunken men appearing like
going to piligrimage
Still rising
it’s peak dancedfell and rolled on that and this side
What is this
mountain!this mere soil ball!at distance
only big(bhouma)
Blamed like
this,measured length and breadth
In came path
only returned down-
This is one burshva(………….?)
this is one eestheeta(………..?)
Gradually
grown this much stood
ssFearful
insect
Criticising
like this harshly wrote book
Mountain
was simply silent in reality
on that side
in iran on this side afghanisthan
though
earthquakes happened it was firm
detached
means detached !even for little
sympathy once would have vibrated
or for avoiding criticism
real
art becoming intensively neutral
not wabling
though filled
without
desiring for anything
falling
in moment becoming bind epoch
at the time
when nobody sees
cloud
standing rain at hill baseriver grass green black white cloud
sheeps
mountain sleeping covered by snow
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57)diana:
Neutrality
of afternoon sun light has frozen in
Pond in
forest
In that
Lotus
flowers in tree
Birds not
yet returned
She
detaching down clothes ready to get down into water
As though to
measure temperature she dips her long fingurefer waves rings arising her image
oscillates
Bringing
wonder to her with how much soft
She is
eternal lass
To see her
nakedness is prohibited to all
Nobody will
see-except poetlater he is hunter and also hunt
To avoid
himself by himself where he does not go
He is siting
there today in corner of barin slight dark drinking
to be not to
be seen by anybody much indulged in
colour
of
bottle!yesterday was in circus ring he only
seing
swinging in swing girls
wondered!tomorrow
in one more place
his dresses
are counless
wonder is
all are interesting to him
as though
ordered and made
once he will
be in border of doom
once at
bottom of well
has forgoten
time sense ,no not
even words
have been forgoten
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58)paper
birds or iron birds:
I am still trying to run off morning chills
With the
help of warm tea
already are
present my chiv chiv birds
they dancing
hoping seing that and this sideafterwards sudenly fly to other place
as I have
allod to fly
even if they
go to come and see is sure
I know
All others
are stagnant
Human world
has not yet arisen
Between two
hills is going to appear sun
Shadow of
one hill on body of another hill
Partially
falls then
Street
lamps burnt in night are going to put
off by themselves
Afterwards
on all sides ash colour spreading
Matters
loose their shape
even my
birds also afterwads paper birds
or iron
birds
have flied
somewhere probably to pet(market)
in front of
grains shops
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59)consstatin
kawafi:
True-to
stand slant is like to me
The clarity
which is seen in cross vision
Is not seen
in direct vision
if possible
would have turned world only a little
as it is not
possible
I only stood
like this
What ever is
to be seen
All appears
to me from here
Ejian ocean
Directionless ships
Under smoke clouds of fire not yet put off
Remaining
durga
In all times
clear from here
Like
separate layers of earth appear
To gelogist
In basehill
caught in drilling of ocean
Like great epics writen history
How much I
love them
Where ever I stand stone
carve(kotaku?
)itch plant
papas kalli(…………………..?)
But an army rising
Leaving
flower bunch
To me has
held umbrella
I might be
looking like joker
to people
who moov in main road
They call
come
Stoping
their calrs
why are you standing here
action(work)
is present there
come with us
they tell
next making to wear uniform dress
to these
only
how shall I
tell?
To one face
instrument
To another
string instrument
To yet another in both hands big metal
drum(jaagate)
instrument
then how
they will shine in javket
rubbed metal
butons
under
artificial lights
and their
colour turbans
like direct
crowns only
wheather
favourable or opposite
shout is
shout onlys
all
uniting ughe ughe(……………?)
to me laugh comes for this only
but who will
tell to them
they while
returning
show
sympathy
seing me
still like this
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Notes:constantin
kawafi(1863-1933)is famous modern greek
poet.but alexandrian ,english novelist.e.m, forestar called him
as standing slant to world .
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60)
gorkallu(white stone):
Like pouring
of rain on white stone what all came and fell
Navodaya
navya(modern) dalitha bandaya poetry became sword
Poetry
became rope
Along with
snow balls(alikallu) thunder thunderbolt
hits
Still
nothing has happened to gorallu still
If hard
stone shakes body again feels empty(boring)
To remoov
from them poetries of future
Not from
butter not from flower
Not from
flower honey
Not from
heaven not from sky from this dirty place
Things which are not there are not available
anywhere
Things which
are not available anywhere are availble here
The feet
which have walked here can walk anywhere
They are
gommata feet
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61)needle
tip songs:
in needle
tip forests
I was caught
What shall I
do without being pricked?
Thorn pigs
are searching,eagles are flying
With
concentrated are seing something
I am tired
of getting pricked
From above
from below
No blood to
pour further
One lively
match stick is enough
To burn
all-that imagination of skyfire(daavaanala?.......) only
Mybody is
exciting
With forest
I will also get burnt
noise of
birds will be heard up to end
all will
burn –no worry
but what about story pf pictures which I
composed
have kept
all in my bed(haasu………?)
there is
meaning selfishness ,style decoration secret is there
there are
different which nature has not seen
paint of
colour water is there what if these are also burnt?
Ash has no
shape no colour
What it
tells is not known to anybody
How many
match sticks have been striked in waste
collected
dry leaf is like that only
air coming
again again is peeping going
whole forest
is waiting anxiety
not possible without burning
holding last
stick like saint(maharshi)
have sit
with long beard
can’t you
hang to me to one or another tree?
Those who
come like that should also moov
What I have
mooved
This same
path
Pouribg blood to blood
Mixing art
to art
Who will put
and weigh
Who is to be
weighed withoutknowing why
In my this
condition
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62) is there
no full stop:
Without full
stop without comma without any rest sign
What a time
it is I tell
Running
awaysince birth
From animals
and humans
Always some
word
Will be
coming running back or it is in my ear only
If I walk on
dry leaves it also walks on dry leaves
If I get
down to water it also it also hits and shakes(jaalaadu?)
Like other
poets I have not found
Clear pond
stagnant water fresh king swans
In sky
balanced neutral
Pure clouds
Or without flying though flied
As though
stagnant birds
Is there to
me also such desire of
Earth and
sky
Still there
is no fullstop to me
Carrying
pallakki(mooving cradle) boyi’skaravan
seroy’s
Put behind
Crossed so
many deserts
Next one
horn stone(kodugallu)
That will
also come will come
Unclosed
sentences will be contineously waiting
Quotes not
lifting(developing) anybody develop shunya(zero) only
And inverted
exclamatory signs
Like useless
head weight (head bearing)pillars like
Are there no
questions to you
Like this in
school then only world should have known
To man who
is like
answer to all questions
No question
no question mark also
Where is
talk of full stop or such other
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63)
heartless:
Heart you
rised to sky and rided on clouds
Became world
moover rolled on different sides
Instead of
simply staying in street
For long
time behind one intercaste beauty wandered
At least
should have swimed in town pond
I am one
heartless man here to my words
No meaning
respect(………………?) because
You have
carried away all feeling
To talk
is not
one feel response needed?
It became
inevitable to me to fight against
meaning
But nobody knows it is like that
What is not
in real I have filled in acting
To digest
this art was difficult fo me
At beginning
but now
J have done
If I open
lip people will become very happy
If I make my
face grim(small) people tell ayyo pity
Nobody knows
my long duration’s heratlessness
Now I
feel world mooves not on by siting in chariot
But in it’s
acting
Decoration
feels(haava) they only are enough
decorations feels
Like wooden footwear (haavuge)
Should be
good looking
Haava means stand(posture)
eye guesture posture
Style of
talk(accent) eye tears laugh or sudenly becoming silent
To get up
and go ,to remain siting only
To comb head
in different style or not combing
If whitened
to paint colour or to leave as it is-
One or
two?all artists know it
Shakespeare
was knowing what is relation of role to
to actor
Made to talk
from mouth of actor only
Feel is in
heart of audien’s heart
If it is not
there they are also actors only
I see in
rain bow
I see in
cloud
By strength
will see everywhere
In rain also
in upstairs in grass petals
As you are
vamachaari(left behaved) on vaama path
also
Aha who will
put in and keep in formaldehyde?
Getting
rotened will join earth you in some time
For that
should I act pity? Though fallen supine(face upwards)
Smell of
soil is forgoten smell of female is forgoten
Now what is
use if you return also?heart farewell!
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64)cause-effect:
i have not
asked epics of your existance
do I not
know flower blosoming from time to time
breat milk
pouring at the time of motherfood
are not
these enough each one is wonder(magic)
one chain of
cause –effect chain
hook I
weakening myself
what are you
going to achieve?which is cause
what is
reason-this is not request this is
challenge
did I
desired evidences?
On earth grass
is upfaced
Rain pouring
down from sky
That itself
becoming cloud technique(wonder)
As goes to
ocean have I not seen?
Our last
chance of final round
Only about
meaning
When you
want I say no
When you say
yes I say know
This is one
face to face
From time I
know that is history’s
From
beginning keeping hand to neck
To struggle
is around one waste?
Wheather snake
or ant
migrated huttha
Has made to
hide one mind
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65)picture(figure):
Picture is
beyond time
river
beyond river
field
beyond field
hill
by the side of that hill unclear line
like ant
line but not ants
probably
people bundle on head
childern and
kids are not burden
migration
going or coming not known
wheather sun sets or appears
how to tell
in figure? Time itself
forgeting
before and after
has become
present always
desire of
moovment only here
is existing
firmly
myself this
from where
did I pecked
to put there
only otherwise
apashakuna(bad
sign)
to whole
world
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66)
yukthamukhe:
“how seing
my face only standing”
told
“oho what a talk! this is word told bybiatris
to donte”
“who is
donte?who is biatris?”
Aha! This
also what a talk!
Her innocent
mind’s too much deathfullness
Joy givimg
–each girl becoming briatis
Every poet
becoming donte
Both
are unconnected(not relevent)
Beautiful if
you remain as you are now
-felt in
mind
Therefore
only you are yukthamukhe
Many people
went in search
Those who
searched and came are not that much
Where we
feel like standing there should appear
Even god
also
No- still
next telling word
Test of
faith
More than
all what is more wonder to me is
Poet’s
mine-publishes his mind also
Expresses mind of his imagination also becomes himself
Exists
without himself what ever een ishis’s only
What ever
imagined is himself-wonder-none other
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67)false
reasons(nepagalu):
Who is
ghatothkache
Tells bee
Enering
inside of each flower
They will
tell they don’t know
Again next
day same question
Flowers are
different
Same
question same answer
Like this is
running aince long timeeven
for bee also
one reason is required wonder!
bee asks
master
wheather I
am thumbee or dumbee
few call
thumbi
few others
call dumbi
really who I
am
whom shall I believe?
Tells master
When you are
filled you are thumbi
When you are
fat dumbi
ayya
ta and da
both are thaalavyas
before this
lesson only
you left
school
now see it’s
effect!
Bee asks god
Little
childern
filling me
in box
shake thae means trouble
to hear to
my tone(note)-my jham jham note
like to them
why did you
do so me?god tells
if childern
were to ask
there is a
meaning
is there any
meaning
go make
note(sing)!
Why this
colour to dark?
It eats
thousands
Of bees
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68)ascending:
First died
is story
For yielding
mind to it’s own beauty
Burry it
Later novel
For
praising it’s popularity
by itself
burry it
later drama
for becoming
mad to it’s own beauty
burry itt
later essay
for having
illused for it’s own ability
burry it
at last is poetry
it has no
reason still
fell dead
carry away it
on that side
is waiting an old man
kept
dry wood
under head
fixing dry
stick under head
bringing
pouring in
water in
broken pot
I know this
person from long time –he told
You today
Though
thousand sticks are fixed upside down
I won’t
leave my poetry
Poetry while
living
poetry when dead
to carry and
walk is to man
if seen
infront
what is this
affair
nothing is
deadpoetry is bright
story novel
drama
and essays
standing are
ready to
welcome
still is it
enough to him
see him
to carry came with
saarameya
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Note:in
story of rising to heaven first droupadi dies.but here she only is poetry
Comes up to
end,serial no other roles is not important
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69)lamps:
Among one
thousand lamps allows to float in water
Which upto
what timthis question is theree
In hundreds
of kites allod in sky to fly
Which kite
how fast to how much height
Or to
earth-that is also question
Few
questions stop in few places
in nooks and
corners of our street in boxes of house
clothes or
forehead’s
folds , still nobody has stoped enlighting
lamps from year to year
they have
enlighted pressing one another only-falling on waves
floating dancing reflection.
Have not
seen where which’s
Challenge to
night sky-mass-
In lamp
season lamp
In air
season kite
Wheather you
are in ganga bank
Or in river
bank of your town
Is not
important
Moon falls
in all water
Fall stars
Though knowing
not available to illusing as
available
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69)lamps:
Among one
thousand lamps allows to float in water
Which upto
what timthis question is theree
In hundreds
of kites allod in sky to fly
Which kite
how fast to how much height
Or to
earth-that is also question
Few
questions stop in few places
in nooks and
corners of our street in boxes of house
clothes or forehead’s
folds , still nobody has stoped enlighting
lamps from year to year
they have
enlighted pressing one another only-falling on waves
floating dancing reflection.
Have not
seen where which’s
Challenge to
night sky-mass-
In lamp
season lamp
In air
season kite
Wheather you
are in ganga bank
Or in river
bank of your town
Is not
important
Moon falls
in all water
Fall stars
Though knowing
not available to illusing as
available
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70) first
sorrow:
Two islands
side by side
These are
like two universes
Not
impossible to make to unite
But why to
make one?
If made unite may become one big island
One big
universe many uses
Still one is
one only not two
What about
water?
What is the
condition of water moovers depending on
that only?
Banks become
less
From one
island to other
Joy of
moovment will not be there
Love on
oneside way of desiring another
That also
vanishes
Like that
two deserts
Two hills
Two rivers
many streams
Many types
of plants
“only one
bar in my hands-
How can I
live like that?”
One more
swing is needed to me
One more
glass one more chair
One table
One more
town
One more
mark(identity)
One more
address
One more god
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From story
of kafka
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71)Feros:
Sin our
existance is there our becoming?
In our
becoming is there our existance
Are both
present in non existance?
Years passedarguing like this east and wests
Even feros
might also have got bored
now they
are rising coming one
by one
they have
never come across such questions
pineapple slices in tin
were not in
tin were in pinaple fruits
they
were grown in meditaranion gardens
when matured
their colour is gold
when drilled
their fragrance is very sweet
should be
mixed with pure honey and eaten in peace(consolation)
feros siting
around table thinking all these nod the head
that
discysion ran in western people
became
subject of text books became questions in exam
hydegar
added time-sarthre composed book called existance and shunyathe
(zeroness)-later
pitied towards itlike that kant
Like that
only three acharyas
telling ayyo
feros are siting to cuting in line
are siting
feeling drowsygiving head to knife of hair cutter
this moment why became small(neglible) to
philosophers
wonder!
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72)inand
out:
what is
taking place outside me al those
seem to take
place within me also
in the same
way what is taking place inside me is
taking place
outside also
this in and
out relation
brings
wonder to me
if seven
seas are outside
seven seas
are inside
total number
becomes fourteenlater why to multiply if multiplied
all becomes
doubleoutside heaveh and hell
even inside
alsofear dark within me
anxities,difficult
paths-
be grateful
mindin each railway station
I enter in
–go outside-
In this
rushi don’t know what I am-one moment drowsy
One moment
awakennessone moment as though mooving myself
One moment
as though mooved
Sun
light in same way dark also
Draws line on mebehind window
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73)hiden
time:
Time of
falling of my underwear
Laughing
people may laugh by that time I am already distant
Moovedto
each change of view it’s own dress
I rided on
sun rays myself
For enough
of days near town pond
Now those
who have come for fresh reflections
With
lamps(dondi,panju)
“hold
hit!that mad fellow!”when told
In hiden
land where I was were sleeping line by line
Sons of soil
with face upside
I was
knowing this is neither end nor begining
Nobody will
write beginings and ends
Not seen
like lines of lands
Lines of
poetries should go forward facing all
And carrying
in arms
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74) dress
wearer:
When truth
was inside false had gone out
When truth
was inside there was no truth-gringing
them face to
face my trial did not succeed
it won’t
give fruit they told because
truth is
false false itself is truthtwo roles one dress wearer
wound of one
appears on another body
like two
same sides of coin
when they
will become face to face?
I am old to
me it’s system of economy is
not understood
holding
knife I sat of door step(hosthilu)
nothing was
seenthey would have understood my mind-
that means
to it.
Truthless
falseless my life is wi
Useless
Throwing
knife away will call one-
one more
will come surely with it surely thinking
wheather
truth or false?what are own pressures of
this dress
wearer what I know?
To get
protected is important this duals
Within
ourselves-for reason of one not present
without other
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75)dignity(prestige):
To working
woman of canteen restless work
Lifting cup
saucer plates she lifts and carries
Washes keeps
Washes tables cleans
Rubsfallen
dirt
This is
always present
On that day
only her walk a little slow
Because has
child with her
Probably it
has come after stubbornness
Not small
for lifting not big for leaving coming
kneethat girl comes up to
she remains
attached to mother where ever she goe
why this
mother is not talking
what people
what rush what work
even if
little edible is got no consolation
mother was
not like this for ever
here no question of cry also
thinking like this what child knows about this
mother
while
lifting plates
while
washing
she has not
forgoten child attached to leg only
coming this
girl
might have
made her walk slow
but not love ,but this is not the place to love-
even child
does not no
on
obstructing child mother will not keep leg even by mistake
in case if
child were to miss step even by throwing
hand held vessels she is
ready to protect-that is
known
even to those vessels
they are
also delicate
for that
only to her walk
there is seoerate dignity
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