BLACK POEMS(AFRICAN POEMS) TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH BY DR.RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA

 

                                           

                                       

           

                                                 

            BLACK POEMS(AFRICAN POEMS):

TRANSLATED  TO KANNADA :BY DR  H.S.RAGHAVENDRA RAO.

RETRANSLATED TO ENGLISH BY DR RAVEENDRA HOSADURGA.I AM GRATEFUL O AUTHOUR AND HIS FAMILY MEMBERS.TRANSLATION IS MY HOBBY,SCHOLARS ARE REUESTED TO CORRECT.

 

1)NAMELESS POEM:

(JESON ARM STRONG ,SOUTH  AFRIKA)

At a moment of severe anger,

Hill’s peak,alone-naked,

 On oneside hot water sea.another cool.

He decided like this thre:

 

  To stand  in front of wind hit like rock

should not melt in other.

It should not be protected

Should not be  arrested by it.

 

 Femae union is  rain’s humidity  and and sea’s wet.

What I need is sunbath

And still more roughness.

Now in his body particle particle  lust has melted

 Intoxication of eye has covered senses.

Again again I have to tell myself:

 ’this only this only you wanted’

This chanting  emptiness inside and outside

Somewhere hides a little.

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2)CITY OF BANKS:

(JESUN ARM STRONG,SOUTH AFRIKA)

City of banks: extention filled with fear

In streets is  hunting dog watch(guard).

 Uniforms,gas masks,comdoms

This is blood moment, fire is set to earth.

 

 Intoxication of murder is  intoxication of supreme joy

No sleep to anybody, fear filled wild intercourse.

In nerves and pulses   hot blood is flowing like earthquake

Has blowd on  bony lands

Sickle of cruelty.

 

To sleep and rembering

Choosing ,listing

To make to happen remaining murders

This is time of hatred  and mad boiling time.

Murdered hand is getting down,making you to cry.

To burning heat,land has dried up; this is god’s state.

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3)SONG OF HEN PECKED HUSBAND:

 (A folk song of Yoruba language)

 

Wife told me,

‘will go to sandy and come’

I also went to sandy

There not available…

There not availabe

Wife was not got by me.

 

Friend told me,

’will go to shop and come’.

I also went there.

Was not got there

Was not got,

Friend was not got by me.

 

 On that day evening went to beech

Walk od sand shore there my friend was sleeping(laying down)

under him wife.

 

 Once pricking  with knife him and her

Might have killed,might have killed. 

Really at that moment.

At that moment only rised up friend

To give me,to give me pair of hundreds note.

 Got hundred rupees note

 carried wife along with, held house’s path.

 Those who want to ask ask why ask

Ater is washing smell

smell of debatury  of body mind.

Money has no smell

money has no anykind of smell.

Ayyo.

To money  no smell.

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4)POMEGRANATE:

(jne  joseph  raberivelo,madagaskar)

 

 Then only born sun rays

Searching in between branches

catch chest of ripened  pomegranate.

 Bite till blood is poured.

 

Shaking  goal searching kiss.

Are burning,have powdered  tight tight embrace

 To knife pierce of  sun rays

Just now about to pour purple bllod.

 

 It’s taste is still more sweet

Because it is pregnant by desire.

 But it is good fearful  love

 In desire of seed  pralaya is hidden.

 

To call of lovely fragrant flower

beloved sun’s  womb donation .

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5)I am lonely(alone):

(LEOPALD SANGHAR, SENEGAL

FROM FRENCH: MELVIN DIKSAN)

 

I am alone in  bayalu seeme(field egion)

At night dark as empty

 Trees have folded in  chills(winter)

 Hand lgs have hld  body tightly like this

One pressing another.

 

I am alone in bayalu seeme

At night dark as empty

 I swing with despair,

 Leaves lost  trees bony skeleton.

Where did leaves go ,no murmur

 

I am lonely in bayalu seeme.

At night dark as empty

 Mine is away from people

In roads

Loneliness of telegraph poles.

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6)love:

(KVESY BREW,GHANA)

 

We  have stood in   diversion road

 I should be with you

No.

Should move away

Selection is very difficult,I waited for a while.

 In head exploding  doubt’s deep dark.

 You lifted   and held my love lamp

In your rich face, Immedeately I came to know s

To me which path is open.

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7)LENIN ROAD:

(CHINUVA ACHIBE,NIGERIA)

Speed means violence.

Power means violence

Even burden(weight)  means much violence.

 

Small butterfly.

In light feather

In sweet sweet

In goalless,consciousless(knowledgeless)  move,

 Searched safety.

 

But

On some day

Our these regions met.

In stony path  middle of forest

In blur light under tree.

 

Was near me,

Power to both

In hard vision  only inside car, 

Was torn into pieces  small butterfly

On stone glass  shining yellow band.

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8)AEROPLANE   ATTACK:

(CHINUVA ACHIBE,NYGERIA)

 

Flied and came  death bird,

From wicked forests of soviet technilogy

 It’s arrival how much quick!

 

 To shake hand of friend  standing that side

Man was crossing road.

Very very slow.

 To friend who was cut into  two ,now

Than shake hand of mid day,dignified(solid)

Other worries are there.

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9)ANXIETY(TENSION):

(LENRY PETERS,GAMBIA)

 

 Anxiety of becoming old

Spreads it’s two  middle wings

Every year  still more  broad.

At twenty.

 

Much success,infinet time

And  in intensity of  search of dreams

 That anxiety tone little low.

At thirty

Sudden pierce of  pain

In laboratory tests

No hint of danger.

In trouble of day by day

Caught legs

Can’t jump now

Towards  sky, towards  moon.

 

 In progress card of life  

red lines are more  now.

What is there to show to world?empty place

May be three childern

World expects it.

What for that,talent is not needed

Labour not needed first only.

 

But science of guarentee of sixty  ten

Seventy years

Is hope sans particle?

Mind satisfaction is melting

At the tip of knife sharp expectations

By this moment life is   not yours

You are it’s property.

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10)DAY OF FINAL JUDGEMENT:

(CIPHO SEPHAMLA,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

 Black people are born singers

Black people are born runners

Black people are peace lovers

Such fairy tales  make us   as dullards.

 

 We have been sucked with  foam of shampene

 breath tightening dust mass  is under our neck.

Pain shadow of insult  has filled our life.

 

Singers

Runners

Peace lovers!

 

 Storm withis not seen by anybody

 Bottom deep despair  hell,to whom it is needed?

 

Even our child  also  now painful equal to that of pain.

 

singers

runners

peace lovers

thu sons of bitch,

 

as it appears to me,next we sing in midnight awakenness

As it appears to me,next we study for life protection

And  peace  which  we even love  now, what it is

I don’t know.

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11)CIVILISATION AHA!

(CISHO SEPAMLA,SOUTH AFRICA)

First time when fig was eaten,

Eden garden’s remembrance happened.

First time when god’s picture was seen

White  people’s remembrance came.

When demon was met  on earth first time,

 Black person’s  memory came.

 

Should tell promptly

 All these are not effect of  bantu(…..?) education.

This , they tell western  civilization

It’s part.

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12)CAPITAL:

(VOLE SOYINKA,NYGERIA)

 

How is this possible?

earth protected bud.

Man protected grain

-once I saw waterfalls of grains

From this much broad mouth, as though hit rain has poured

Grain store(kanaja) filled  grain fountain

Your promise,my promise

those grains were singing………

 

how is this possible?

 

In some room  somebody’s discussion

Political ethics….. as result of it

 Kendas(burning charcoals) of  my life change into ashes.

In adultrated  seas  pained  earth bottom .

Sour hudugu(hide)  present there

In world market  to bloat breadhelps.

 

How is this possible?

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13) THIS MUCH ONLY IS POSSIBLE:

(SALOMAN DERESSA,ETHIOPIA):

I swim

in sleep,in secret of dreams.

  I hear,

mad silence of mind screams

 

 to love spilling face I appley colour

in my my breath without colour

In worry that colours are not present.

Dry stick  fingures  simply search,in colourless  empty stomach.

 

 Under softly bent eye lid,

One ans another black dot.

To your beauty two  dristi bottu.

 

Even one moment did not move, such love your is

Dried up tongue tip ,there your name

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14)MOON OBJECT’S YELLOW JUICE:

(JONATHAN KARIYARA,KENYA)

 

Lord,

I you take  this my child

 Give power to dig  his grave to these hands.

On him let cover of soil spread

God,send some rain also

Let there grow green grass

 

 If my house burns into ashes,

Full chest becoming punjent,,if tears fill eyes,

Then also god send some rain,

Let there grow green grass.

 

But lord,

Don’t make mad

What I beg is drop drop tears

 Head head spoiling don’t send  filling up

Moon hard madness.

Coming running treading kacha pacha

Powdering  bones  horse group send

I don’t want moon object’s (moon rays?)  yellow juice.

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15)MY HEAD IS BIG:

(CHARLS NOKAN,IVORYCOAST)

 

My head is big.

 Eyes are of frogs,

 On my head there is a horn.

 BUT from inside is  flowing  magic music.

 Which is the tree  which spreads distributes such rare fragrance?

 Dep black beauty,how do you flow from frog’s neck?

 

 Listening,seing people ,you tell,

 Your feeling is one illusion.

My this instrument  will not give relief to me

I am not flowing river

Flying thought  is not there before only,

I am one sorrow filled  pond.

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16)  ONE SOME  PATH MOVER:

They hit him with sticks.

I saw.

He screamed lika sheep  which has eaten sword hit

I heard.

 Through nostrils hot blood emitted

To me it’s smell came.

 

 I went to church  kneeled in front of god

 Lord,

I love you.neighbourer also Amen.

 

Came out.

 On cheek of  santha like athma ,

like divine lass presses kiss

 My heart is feather light.

 

I came to house like a prideful hen.

seing crossing those who are standing ,rushed inside.

She came thenm my neighbour

Did you hear? They have killed your brother.

O,no,I did not hear,I went to church and came

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17) without you:

(ODIYA   OPHYMAN,NYGERIA)

 

When you are no there

My life is a stammer

From tomorrows which are not in existance

Hunted mere skin.

 

Coming rising up

Continuous fears

Sins which I have not done

Fear saruva(lake…)

 

Without you in my world

colours die.

Guest who has come to hose

When returns at night

Like light putting off.

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18)WAITED FOR YOU:

(JINDI MANDELA,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

I had waited for you through out night

In beds of eye opened minutes

Pulled spilled  like black rose

Are withering petals  eye drops heat.

 

Filled up through out my room ear-heart  softly absorbed

Tone.window  patting  taka taka sound.

 

I rised up,

Had opened window

Emitted inside  butterfly like arrow

Silk powder on silk neck.

 

In hand vibrating butterfly

I kept a long sigh

Kissed softly.

 

Returned to bed

With me butterfly.

Around my head and lip

Simply  tension(chadapadike)

 

Last night I had waited for you.

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19)THREE BIRDS:

(JENE JOSEPH RAVERIVALO,MADAGASKAR)

 

Cutting early morning clouds,pulling out eyes of stars

 Tried to throw beyond sky

Iron bird.steel bird

Is now hided.in cave of reality.

 As though shying.

 

In midst of  branches found in dream,

Searching floating moon,

Drilling valley in air path,

 Flesh bird,feather feather bird,

Gets down with night.

Towards land,between thorn bushes.

 

Bodyless Videha (bodyless) bird

 By it’s stammering sweet song

Makes mad  mind jails’s  watchman(guard).

Next moment only,

 Spreading wings which gve echo  flies,

Gives consolation  skywide,worldwide(broad)

retuns to house,

bird not having death and  pain forever.

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20)AFRICA:

(DAVOD  DEYOPE,SENEGAL)

 

Africa my Africa,

 Shined in ancint  grass lands(meadows) valient’s Africa

 On bank of river sudura

 In my grand mother’s songs shining shining Africa.

I have not seen you.

 

In my vessels vessels your blood is flowing.

To black soil water feeding black blood

Is flowing through my bodyyour sweat’s blood.

Yourlabour’s sweat.

Your jitha’s(slavery) labour,

Africa tell me africa.

 

You means is it  bent and gone back?

Due to burden of insult  collapsed back

By black and red matks (moles)  shaking back

Under burning sun,under dancing whip,

Without  lifting breath,accepting in wishper  back.

 

But one sea answers seriously:

Md son,listen,

Young hard  that tree  present there

In midst of dried up white flowers  valient lonely tree

 Thsat is Africa,your africa

It is growing peacefully, contineously

In it’s fruit each moment moment  dds

Bitter taste of independence.

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21)EARTH AND SKY:

(JOSAPH MAIJAN BAGNINI,IVORYCOAST)

 

Earth and sky are infinet

Our cries will  not reach up to there.

 

I have kept head in between  two stones

It is waste to search for power  which gives support.

 

 Merely your grandeur may give me relief.

 

 Have kept path along empty  path

I have crossed hundreds of villages.

 

Without destroying your creaton,

Where is residence to me  where I can  breath?

 

As an irresponsible  violates alemari(vagabond),

Nights have troubled me and made to fall

 

I am now nerely one insect

Wingless,nailess, mere one insect.

 Angry serpents are only  are my food.

 

On my head top(netthi) burning sun light

My this hear fruit is getting baked.

 

 Under my feet  love has collapsed and fallen

 All burden responsible dress  I will detach remove.

 

White cloth of repentence is enough to me

That joy is new to me.

 

You only are  my life friend

In between your arms  my forgetfulness.

 

But make me

 Kindlessly  like air.

It occupies nature,makes to  degenerate

 But I don’t want heaviness of hating you

Our love source(fountain) is yours only forever.

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22)HOUSE OWNER:

(ASWALD ENTHALY,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

Owner,

I am unacquainted with you

Kindly will you listen  to  my  mistake acceptance?

I am faceless person.

  In your house yard

 I  reside.

 

 Your dining table,

due to weight of your bread,flesh and fruis

Is collapsing.

 Like black horse

which has pulled    coal

 has become breathless. In that your meals

 I am partner.

 

There  remains of eaten food

Which is enjalu(salivated)

 

Pushes to my lap.

My lovely Lijji

Eat dear eat

Eat stomach full

Tomorrow we will not be there,

eat today only’

 

right, each night to me fist war.

 With your hunting dog seaser,

Hiding flesh

For  bone piece.

With that to drink,

Milk kept to cat.

 

I am nishachara(night mover)  animal

Passing through fence.

Sleeping with girlfriend  by stealing

Before sun rise only,

 Sun rise.

 Hunter, searching Hunting dog,

Before catching cutting

 Escape(run away).

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23)sitting in train:

(TOM SIMSON)

I have observed you  are looking  beyond window,sine lont time,

Why,you want to get down?

In this train I  am doing journey since twenty three years 

or it appears to me like that.

 While  doing journey  imagination of time will miss rail

Who knows.just now I have  got into train  in previous station

See, it appears this movement is inevitable.

Many travellers do not know  presence here.

 

 You told it is fearful to get down you told.

It is inevitable to get down it appears to me.

That matter also is fearful only,but it’s relief  later is also fearful.

Sit with me,will you do so?

Hold my hand.

Come with me.I am with you.

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24)DEPARTURE OF MOON:

(JENE JOSEPH RABERIVELO,MADAGASKAR)

 

 Which rat not seen by eye,

 Passing  coming  through  middle of walls of night

Is biting  moon named milk bread(milk roti)?

 Tomorrow after it goes

On milk  moon  blood  stain marks

 

Tomorrow morning,

Drank throught out night  acloholics(taddy drinkers).

Thgey see towards moon with opened eyes.

With illusion  stammer like this:

‘rolling on green table siver coin whose is this?’

‘aha’like this another friend writes shara.

Our friend has lost everything and has committed suicide’.

 

All remaing make fun.

Tremble fall.

Then there will be no moon at all in sky

Rat has carried  that inside it’s  bila.

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24)TO MOVE ASIDE:

(ANDRI CHADID,EGYPT)

Now and then I live in my body.

Upto my auxillary pit,upto fingures

I also move upto figure tips.

I search maning inside stomach.

I taste my breath by myself.

I  search  path inside blood vessels.

Spped of blood itself is my speed.

 

 On my  cheek bone  cool air resides.

My hands touch things.

 In front of my body if your body joins

Becoming mad again I  become light.

 

Many times ,as  I am body only

I am living.

Am living.

 

Still many times,

From a point which has no base

I will see my  this own body

Has become crushed  in attack of days

 Kalakala’s seal has been pressed.

 

 Still many times,

From some baseless point

I  have pressed   and hold  my story inside.

From past time up to tomorrows

Have tested  meaming of horizons(diganthas).

 

Still many times,

From a baseless poit

 Leaving this body will stand at distance

And by moving asde  like this only

In another way

I  live.

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25)AIR FILLED MOOD:

(GABRIAL OKARA,NYGERIA)

 

See swans are returning

 In silent sky white stars

To avoid rain pouring here

There constructing house in north

 

Have gone and returned towards me

 To wins Chethana(spirit) which obstruction?

 Where it flows  removing throwinmg street

 Holding path which mind has given.

Which which moment  north south?

 To be flying is feature of life.

 

 But I am here,male?

Black rock om black rock

 Birds coming birds going

 Sun rise sun set

Within myself is emitting some spirit?

 

In blood lake  latent(secret)  tumult(thalamala),

In waves waves ,in particle particle.

Cry of heart

 I don’t want this bondage.

 

O goddesses and gods,my god

Will not  blossom this heart  lotus ?

In black skin,in  in burnt hair

Daily this swan is bound

Has kept request for liberation.

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26)GREEN IN MIDDLE OF AIR(WIND):

(BARNARD DAVAI, IVORYCOAST)

 

Night’s colour,mine brother.

I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream only.

 

 I am tree buding out in springI am ,

singing snow  in hollow of tree.

I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream only.

 

They don’t like me(if seen)

To their grandeur I am curse.

On seing me only they laugh

If fence means,very anger.

I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream only.

 

 They chat about me only,

O he?to catch him is  impossible.

 He is body dtroking cool air

 Air in front itself maya(disappears)

I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream only.

 

Navigater holding  chukkani (oil,grease)

 In middle of floating  clouds

 Anxiety of searching soil

 Ship without flag

Child of lap of sea

 

I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream only.

 

 My dreams are that much of stars

Humming sound of lakhs of bees

Sweeter than smile of kid

Melodious than good sound of forest

I am green leaf in midst of air, Movement is behind dream only.

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27) YOU LAUGHED,YOU LAUGHED,

YOU LAUGHED SEING ME:

On your years my song

Like sound of  troubling car.

Like a breatless old man coughing

You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.

 

 In your eyes my child’s walk

Fearful it is meaningless.

 To your knowledge which swallows all

You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.

 

You laughed,you laughed,

you laughed seing  walk.

 

Later myself became indulgd in  magic dance

 with song talking  drum(thamate).

 I begged.tou closed eyes and sat

You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.

 

You laughed,you laughed,

you laughed seing me.

 

 Later opened   mind sky forest

which hided  experience of  this world(bhava,family)

 you hided in your car

You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.

 

You laughed, seing my dance

 To mind also gave  your laugh hikke.

 

You laughed,you laughed, you laughed seing me.

 But that laugh ,snow laugh

It made stone your inner inside,made stone your ears

Eyes tongue mind have turned back.

 

Now it my queue to laugh.

 To this chest filled laugh ,no subordination of snow

This  has no touch of  that car,that stone.

 

 My laugh is heart of this sky ,this fire

this air’s,this sea’s  life my laugh

 beath of rivers male female,birds animals my laugh

 It’s heat made to melt your inside

 Eye  ear tongue’s  snow cold

Filled brightness of  friendship.

 

Right,

I became delicate, wonder filled chest, has wishpered;

“why it is like that?”

I replied:

To our feet land’s lively touch

 My elders and myself also

People belonging to earth,nothing other is needed”

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28)SEPERATION(VIDAYA):

My mother,(O black mothers who have lodt  children)

You taght me patience,taught me hope

 Taught to swim difficulties like you.

 

But,

 now in me there is no spark of those hopes,

 life has killed it.

 

Now I am not waiting,

They are waiting for me.

 

 Hope means myself only!

 Your children.

Giving one light to life walkers towards belief.

 

In bushes of sanjala we grew naked

 In sun light,in cloth ball  gane

Without knowing reading writing  we grew.

 

 In wage of coffee garden, where life burns graveyard,

Doing salam to whites, fearing running to

Owners,we suffered.

 

  Our life grows in sheds

No current there

All people are  drinking dieing only.

Drun of death damad ama dama

Daily talk.

 

 We are your children,

 We  become  hungry 

we become thirsty

to us shyness to call you as mother

to us fear to  cross road

to us people means fear.

 

But still,

 Now in us has again appeared,

Living desire,dream,hope.

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29)POEM OF LONELINESS:

 This is not yet my poem;

my blood’s poem,my athma’s poem, not here.

I have no knowledge to write this

Cutting chest delivering words power I have no

But still that poem ,in my mind house is suffering,blossoming.

 

 Goallessly wandering my poem.

In lands,in cities,

In air breath’s tones

In boil of  body of sea

In dream,in life

 Goallessly is wandering my poem.

 

See,my poem left house

Torn cloth,many colours

Has sold itself by itself

‘lemon fruits,four for rupee,lemons’

 

 My poen has wandered in lanes lanes

 On head gas sat coil(simbe)

Is selling ,believing itself

‘bangde,banana,karminu

Good fish, fish,’

 

 My poem has grown in streets

‘prajavani,janavani,thayinadu

Paper,paper,paper’

In any paper no my poem.

 

My poem where street and street joins

‘tomorrow  draw tomorrow  draw

Karnataka state lottery

That much only  how ever much luck wheel rotates

That much only  how it rotates,

That much only however it rotates

My poem’s condition is this much only

‘tomorrow draw tomorrow draw’

 

Se came from slum,poor poem,

‘Saturday dirty cloth

Monday washed cloth,

On Saturday along with cloth ,gave myself also,

Monday along with  it,take cloth’

 

My cloth,

In dbhbhi’s daughter’s  suffering sound

In door shut room

In hold of ols boss

Shying shying blossoming

In teen age’s vilaya(destruction?)

My poem.

 

My poem is prostitute

 Standing in front of broken doors  of

Old village huts

Quick,quick,quick,

First keep money!’

Come,sleep,girl!’

 my poem is prostitute.

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Then now my poem  laughing swinging,thunder

‘thedlkar century, see  ganguli’

 In front of road side TV  whistling poem.

 

 My poem is slave collapsed and sat in midle of coffee garden.

‘Work of slavery is very heavy

 Labour work is very heavy’

 

  My poem is walking towards   sea port

Empty ship fills up,it’s walk is song.

‘still more isa

 Lift up little’

 

 My poem is arrested,rope around it

In guard of police it’s life is  cheap

Road is working

Cutting of head hairs is over.

 Hen which’s  wing is  pulled out(cut off)

Burden burden bearing weight

Music of whips

 Now listen listen.

 

 Is  earning ,padakhane is filling jail

 That is torn,that is poor, that itself is hungry body

 That don’t know it’s condition

It does not know how to argue

 

 My poem is  learnt

To give up itself

To bend head and present

It won’t ask even  rice grain(agulu).

 

 Now my poem is not karmavadi

That is desiring poem,dreaming poem

knowledge filled matured poem

My poem-I am white

It’s horse  this poet -black

Started our ride

Leave leave leave path.

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30) LETTER OF SLAVE:

(ANTHONIO JASANTHO,ANGOLA)

 

My dear lass.

 I wanted to write a letter to you.

 This   my desire of seing you

 Will lose burning fear

This kindness desired by whole world

 Without telling coming this disease

Filled within me,myself surrendered, like mad river

Burning joy’s story….  ….. …..

 

My dear lass

I wanted to write a letter to you

 Blossomed inside hidden  secrets letter

Letter filld up by your  memories

Yourself are that letter

 

 About madarangi red  your lips

Black soil’s  black beauty, about your hairs

 Honey drop  sweet joy’s  about your eyes

Forest dark tightness, about breast and breast

  About legs which have stolen  cheetha’s walk

 though searched here and there,not available anywhere

  about soft hot  hot soft giving body …. …..  …..

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My beloved lass,

 I wanted to write a letter.

 In mad talks lost days

night union  spent in lands

 plum trees shadow, bathed washed  bodies,

in midst of pam leaves poured moon light  river

heat(bede) filled life

bitter filled seperation

again bringing letter…. …. ….

 

 My dear female,

I wanted to write a letter to you

 Without long sigh even you could not read letter

Grave yard  chills without remembering  reading reading enjoying letter

In my and your town  nothing higher present  letter…. …. ….

 

 My lovely lass I wanted to write a letter to you,

 whirl wind wave ride doing coming letter

wild he bufelo, coffee tree, fenale makle rivers  fishes crocodiles

all all letter.

If air removes it,,these plants trees animals birds

eyes filled with kindness,

 will brng and gie.

 From song to song

From pain to pain

 Stammering with anxiety

 To responded  ear’s field.

Fire heart, burning words

All all like that only

Kind of love is like this….. …. ….

 

My dear lass,

 I wanted to write a latter to you

 But ayyo love, I don’t know this

Why why why this why like tis?

 I can’t read this,and myself

Ha sorrow  ho love

 I can’t write anything

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31)MONAMGAMBEE:

(ANTHONIO JASINTHO,ANGOLA)

In that big garden no hint of rain

 To that crop  water feeding is my forehead  swaeat.

 In that garden’s each plant cherry red  coffee

 Fruit fruit ,as though my blood filled coffee.

 

Coffee is fried,it is grinded

 Will make powder powder

My body’s  black,it is

 My body’s black.

 

  Listen singing birds,

Obstructionless flowing river

Whirl wind of malnad

 Listen listen listen.

 

Who will rise in early morning  snow?

Eating spoiled food  to labour who will go?

 On walked and teared path , coffee bag on head

Who will suffer?

 Laboured arms , hungry  stomach

As wages what did you give?

Rotten fish, sour grains,

 Torn cloth ,gave coins(money)

Thutik,pitik, beat you gave

Who are these? Who?

Who?

Black soil,red fruit

In dry land ragi

 Who grows?

 

For car,for machine, for female,for soil,

 Bringing money  in front of owner

Who pours?

 

 White lord’s pot belly(gudana)

To grow ceaselessly

Who will die?

 

 Singing birds tell,

Obstructionless river tells

Malnad wind tells.

 

 Monamgambee,Monamgambee

 

Ayyo ,lave let go,

 At least you allow me to climb palm(thale) tree

Don’t drink old taddy,in intoxication

In stammering, forget all,allow to die

 

Monamgambee… …. ….

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32)JAIL POEM -1:CHILLS(COLD):

Wet wet gum,cement

Absorbs(sucks0 your naked feet.

 

This dull,old bulb

enlightens ash white chills(colds)

 

this torn broken grass,

on that evening three o clock’s snow

shining border to those,colour only is black.

 

 We are sitting on concrete ground

 Fingures are moving towards mouth

Sweetless water ambali(ganji,porridge)

Is flowing inside.

 

 Right,completed,enough now

 Rise up with difficulty.

 Some how crawling straightening

Stand in line and line

 

We should become hard,should stand straight

Or

Without direction, numb our this acceptance only

Accepting  to keep quiet,we should learn.

 

 Old this jailer tells like this:

‘To such  dullards(drabs,fools)

No time with me

Rats are better than these

Let bullet finish them.’

 

Themselves only on cloud(sky)

 Under blurred eyes of  shining stars.

 South cross(shilube) star is  blossoming.

 

 Tieing our feet to wrist

tieing all together  on one side,

 present sound of chains is heard

is shining.

 

 We crawl forward, is this walk,is this walk?

Yes,yes,yes.

( cools  berg:Raben Island jail path)

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33)  LOOT(LUTI):

(DENIS BRUTUS,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

 Don’t grasp this loot in wrong way

this is the way in which body  tells(digs) it’s necessities

not able to talk, bad luck body init’s own  rough way

informs heart’s hunger climbing body, giving pain.

 

 Lonely desire which covers secret depths

Drills centres  of  mind and soul

 Broken life’s pieces pieces anxiety(hapahapi)

Violate,suck, life along with and you.

 

Your  body is crushed,my arms are paining.

Telation,my beauty,our this pain  fearful to me also.

By you  cruelty of  pulling this painful  gift

Hungry for softness  heart’s fearful-beautiful work.

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34)DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?:

(NOYEMIYA DESOUZA,MOZAMBIK)

 

If you want to  understand   me properly

Examine this black piece wth careful (cautious) eyes

Some unknown brother of  south states(lands)

Of Makonde  budakttu(tribe,clan,race),by his unequal hands

Cut, carved doll this piece.

This is not different,I am not different

 

Without carrying burden of life  despaired  empty eyes

 Like pain filled wound ,open mouth.

So as to do penance,so as to beat,opening widely

Uplifted hands.

 

 Whip beats of slavery

 Seen unseen  wound marks filled body

Underwent violence. But not leaving dignity,

Prideful, similsrly  secret

From bottom(feet) to top(head) Africa.

This is my image(prathirupa).

 

To know my inside of inside

Come,bend forward ,see, this is Africa soul(self).

In  port labouring black  labourer’s suffering.

I anger,fight,in intoxicated dance.

In revolution of changana tribe.

By African song  whole night sounding ,

In unacquainted  condolence.

 

It is like understanding me only

Don’t ask any more

 I am mere flesh shell(chippu)

In me African revolution has  frozen

In it’s cry there  light of hope.

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35)EAGLES(WAR EAGLES):

(DAVID DEOPE,SENEGAL)

 

In those days.

When civilization had fallen on our face

On forehead  when holy water fell

When eagles  in their  nail shadows

Built blood sticked(raktha siktha) schools.

 

Was like  pain filled in  metallic hell spread on path

In  endless grumbling of church’s  prayer, cro of gardens had melted.

 

O pulled out(plucked out0 pearl’s  bitter bitter memories,

Behind  fear of rifle  barren words

 Not seing like humans foreign  bakas(birds)

Grinded and drunk books,loveless faces.

 

 If our prideful song sounds right

Torn African villages  right even if they burn

 Like kosha(treasury) in fort  our hope is secured

From mines of newzeland,upto Europe mills

Our step’s   under dohadada(……?), new spring blossoms.

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36)DIRECTIONLESS WOMAN AND HER CHILD:

(CHINUVA ACHIBE,NYGERIA)

 

 Any colour picture of medona and her child

On child which she has to forget  within small time,

 The delicacy which that mother showd ,no equal.

 

In air around  bad odour was filled,

Smell of stool and urine,smell  of unwashed body of childernswollen empty stomach,mere side side(chest)

Behind swollen stomach  unwashed buttocks.

All mothers had left desires,

Who had left long sigh, except this one,

 In between her lips  smile shadow

 In her eyes mad of mother’s pride,

Remaining on head of son,

 Is combing rust coloured hairs.

 

Later  in eyes, singing (gunugu) song of joy,

Removing bajthale carefully,decorating, is celebrating.

In another life,this is daily routine incidence.

Feeding tifin to child  sending to school behavior.

 

 

But,

Here now she,

What she has done so far is

Is like keeping flower on small tomb(grave,gori)

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37)WORDS, WORDS, WORDS:

(CIPHO SAPAMLA,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

 Now we are not talking about  tribal wars.

What ever may be ,it is dispute of groups.

Now there are tribes(budakattu) here.

Hese are all countries.

Hhis is good see:

Because fron nation to multinational only one step.

Did you understand?that only  is right.

 Because later, we can talk of svadesha(own country).

It is a very good Idea.

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Then individual independence can be  made a little more or less,

 It is all right.

We all should tell bhesh,bhesh.

Finished see.

Bloodless revolution.

 

We are talking about words.

As though there is no place to it even in air also.

We are throwing on this and that side.

These few spit(scold).

Remaining few will pick up.

According to situation, decorating them

 Willthrow on  ears  of those who are listening.

In life we talk about ords which are doing

gasthu(beat,guard?) like police

To these words there is no place in any dictionaries,no meaning.

They change from day to day,moment moment

They control method of life

 Words,words,words

Because recently all are poets only  in (towards)our place

Any world we can use it in any way.

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38)HANGING ROPE CALLED  ENGLISH IN LITERATURE:

(FELIX EMTHALI,MALAVI)

 

Those questions.

Sister,

 Those questions.

Those stand

Those pierce

Hose prick

Spill blood

 All,all, near to heart.

 

 In case if we

“jene austin  novals roles

Ithout earning for a moment,

Day and night jow to indulge in  love  concversation?”

If asked,

 

Would  E rootedurope

In Africa?

On that day,today

Our yoouths(males amd females) flower of youth

Would have sqeezed and  crushed?

 

 Your smooth delicte cheat,

 Jean austin,

 Our rootless children

 Made mad.

Around imagination produced roles.

made to indulge in  love of imitation, satire(vyangya) of puppies.

 

On other side,history

Jean austin’s roles

Cause of much richness

Sugar plantation workers,

Was making fun of those

who were burnt with burning rods

 

My sister,

English literature is not only bad joke

It is victory  heart centre of

Foreign attack.

Yes.

 

Keeping in centre novels of jean Austin

In marakeri,in Ibadan

In Dakar,in  port hare

How to ask questions?

How to write answers to those questions??

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39)TASTE OF DESERT IS YELLOW:

(PETER HORN,SOUTH AFRICA)

 

On my tongue  taste of desert is  yellow,

It, is bitter like plant arrested(caught) in stome split.

Dirty water is flowing under water

For sake of rain which is  about  to comeafter five years.

Fish born in hill floods

 Breath is tightening. But behind black hills,

As soon as moon rises, starts

 Frogs endless  instrumental archestra.

 

Right ,this is severe(deep) blue  ocean’s unobstructed night:

Slight sound of  slowly moving sand.

On path  crickets are floating, like hot breath,

 Like song in which mere ash is remaining.

In midst of fdeer’s skull teeth

 Wind is sighing.

 

Any path here does not go anywhere.

Noiseless lanes, cut dreams

 Crossing whirls  end in front of  sand elevation.

 

Somewhere at distance   under stars,

Is heard by you also  who has slept with upfaced  towards sky.

 Crossing area of valleys  keeping step

Sand doll’s loneliness  shout(cry).

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40) CITIZEN AND SOLDIER:

( VOLE SOYANKA,NYGERIA)

 

In front of your  eye only had stood my devil(ghost),

Rising up in middle of  bullet rain

Told like this:’I am not soldier ,citizen(civilian)

Right, had increased still more  your fear,confusion:

 In your world where all are killed impartially,

 Myself who belong to that world  how why I came?

I also thought,yes, your dispute is also not of this world.

 

You stood simply, stood time

 I had remembered the lessen which I  taught to you.

 In school where soldiers are formed(prepared).

 Cautiousness itself is  it/s first letter.

 ‘Burn away, all jivas behind back,not believable,this is bad time.’

 You also know  remaining surviving lesson,

 Your friend’s group is indulged  drinks festival

Yhere by surviving  living madness to me.

Making bila(hole) in ground  hiding game.

 Even your upset   also became hell to me

 

Came and stood in between eyes,Gun is yours only

Had  pulled your horse blind fingure.

I came to know at that  final moment,

My mind anxiety,song of your chest.

 

May happen like this,if noyt today tomorrow

When I am indulged in my work.

Then may see, your form only, It may also tell

‘I am soldier’.

Even for a moment I won’t hesitate at all,

 Will keep prpperly and kill.

 How do you know?giving Roti(bread),giving flesh, giving full taddy

Giving full breast festival, I will ask one question and become quiet.

‘’tell friend,tell,at least now you know,

Meaning all this noise  do you know?’

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(  PART  1 Completed((1 to 40 ppoems).

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