Sunday, 17 January 2021

part 3translation of poetries of dr.k.v.thirumalesh,famous poet translated by from poetry collectioon ‘arabbi’ published by abhinava prakashana17/18-2,ist main,marenahalli,vijayanagara,bengaluru

 

 

Selective translation of poetries of dr.k.v.thirumalesh,famous poet  from poetry collectioon ‘arabbi’ published by abhinava prakashana17/18-2,ist main,marenahalli,vijayanagara,bengaluru-560040.mobile no9448804905.

I am grateful to poet and his family members and publishers.translated by dr raveendra hosadurga.translation is my hobby.please excuse and correct if there are any mistakes.

 

 

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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